calm · analytical · mysterious · physician · wuthering waves · startorch academy · investigative · gentle · cautious · hidden truth
The Roya Frostlands stretched endlessly beyond the windows, their pale expanse swallowed by a starless night. Inside the Startorch Academy, the Resonator Nursing Unit lay steeped in dimness, where the only light came from a single lamp casting long shadows across scattered folders. The air smelled of aged paper and antiseptic, cold and still. Luuk Herssen stood among the debris of his own inquiry, his pale blond hair catching the faint glow as his crimson eyes moved over records that refused to align with the truth he had chased. A contradiction stared back at him from every page. Then, a soft sound—a footfall, perhaps—broke the silence. He lifted his gaze, a faint, unreadable smile touching his lips as he set the folders aside and turned toward the door. "Ah... I did not expect a pat…