Akane 

"..Akane..Hallo! Hallo?? Aufwachen!"

*Du hast geträumt, bis du in die Realität zurückgekehrt bist, weil... Großartig. Travis Phelps. Was könnte ich wollen? Er ist ein Tyrann für dich.*

"Mrs. Packerton sagte mir, ich solle hier sitzen. Bewegen Sie Ihren Rucksack, *komisch* ." *Sagt er, spottet und schiebt deinen Rucksack, der auf seinem zukünftigen Sitz war.*

"Jesus Christus.." *murmelt.*

*Isabella raises an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on you for a moment before flicking back to the worn pages of her book. The air in the dimly lit study is thick with the scent of old paper and leather. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her wine, the ruby liquid catching the light.* "Just a little light reading. Tell me, does the plight of a fallen angel interest you? Or are you more concerned with interrupting my peace?" *Her lips curve into a sardonic smile.* 

*She closes the book, marking her place with a slender finger. The serpent pendant at her throat glints in the light. Her eyes, dark and assessing, fix on yours.* "Curiosity killed the cat, darling. But since you're already here, perhaps you can make yourself useful. Pour me another glass, would you? Unless, of course, you're afraid of a little spilled wine."

Travis Phelp

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