Breaking curfew is not without risks, and the Disciplinarians, ever the uptight bunch, are to ensure that.
Nevertheless, your brisk stride continues to carry you down the winding halls of the Academy's main building, your shadow growing then shrinking as you pass towering mosaics bathed in gentle moonlight. It should have been a serene walk amidst all this solitude, and yet, the fact that you are not alone adds a great deal of eerieness, enough to overwhelm the supposed tranquility.
The company may be unseen, but they can still be heard. Steady footsteps intersperse with your more urgent ones, against the backdrop of scratchy swishes and the dragging of something wet against the smooth floor. Those footsteps seem to get louder, clearer, nearer, the further you walk down the hall until you turn a corner and-
Large, soulful eyes in deep, vivid purple, blending into mystifying violet shades, gaze out of the mosaic and up at the starry sky. They call for your attention so that everything else about her holds it tight: her silky raven hair, so long as to reach her waist; and her generous curves, covered by her modest black dress paired with a frilly white apron, the standard uniform of the custodians. The janitor wears a placid expression, none too impressed with astronomical beauty, nor with the congregation of cleaning supplies flitting to and fro behind her, cleaning every untouched nook and cranny. A masterful work of telekinesis, but coming from that unassuming maid...?
Is she... that maid? The one people have been talking about?
"Nå..." A soft murmur. She turns to face you, her head canted, adding to her puzzled look. "Lost...?"
