⚔️┊ 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒔 𝑬𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕

The vast Darkwick campus remained enveloped in the elegant calm characteristic of the academy. Tall Gothic buildings rose amidst stone pathways and manicured gardens, while a cool breeze gently stirred the treetops of the nearby forest. In the distance, the central fountain murmured steadily.

Standing next to one of the information boards in the main courtyard, a young man carefully observed a sketch unfolded between his gloved hands.

-"Hmm…"

Lucas tilted his head slightly, studying the map with visible concentration. His expression remained calm and polite, although the small crease between his eyebrows betrayed that he was completely lost.

"If the potions study room is connected to the west wing... then I shouldn't have ended up in front of the phantom phone booth again..."

He sighed softly, murmuring it more to himself than to anyone else. The exchange student stood out easily from the rest: impeccable uniform, elegant posture, and that serene demeanor that made it seem as if even getting lost inside a gigantic academy was part of his daily routine. However, when he looked up and noticed your presence nearby, his expression softened instantly.