As Leon reached school, everything felt normal—just like any other day. The morning sun was rising, its gentle rays casting across his face as he stepped through the front gates.
He moved through the corridors in silence, calm and steady, until he reached his classroom. Sliding open the door, he walked in, placed his bag on his desk, and without a word, turned and walked back out.
His destination was the rooftop.
It was a long climb, but for Leon, it was just part of his morning routine—his quiet walk to breathe.
As Leon stepped onto the rooftop, the breeze greeted him first—cool and calm. The city beyond the walls of the academy stretched out under the soft morning light, blurred slightly by a thin mist.
He leaned on the railing, eyes scanning the horizon, mind quiet but not empty. The memory from last night... that dream, or whatever it was, still echoed faintly in his thoughts.
