I finally made it to the dormitory.
The Gold Class dormitory, to be exact—the kind reserved for the elite, the prodigies, and those burdened with expectation.
Its towering frame stood proud beneath the orange glow of the descending sun, casting elongated shadows across the marble steps.
Every inch of it exuded prestige.
And right there, waiting for me near the grand entrance beneath the wide stone arch, stood Johanne.
She was motionless, like a statue carved from obsidian, dressed sharply in her academy uniform.
That black military uniform.
It clung to her tall frame with a cold precision, stiff in design, formal to the point of discomfort.
But the cut didn't quite match the curves she now possessed.
It was clearly tailored back when she was still a man, and the difference in body structure made it subtly awkward—just enough to notice.
The fabric folded strangely at the shoulders, and the buttons pulled ever so slightly at the chest, despite her efforts to conceal it.
