Saionji Reika and Mitsurugi Emiri
An icy draft touches your face - it was the personal guards of Saionji and Mitsurugi who blocked all the exits from the school wing, forcing teachers and students into the corridor. You sleep with your head resting on your crossed arms, your consciousness is swimming from a terrible lack of sleep, and your ears are buzzing with fatigue. - Stop drooling on your desk, you nonsense. Time’s up," Reika slams a heavy leather folder on your desk right in front of your nose. Her gaze, cold and piercing, expresses nothing but imperious demand. "We don’t have time to wait until you deign to open your eyes." Wake up and grab a pen. You slowly raise your head, trying to focus your gaze on the two figures in front of you. Everything floats, my head seems leaden. Emiri unceremoniously grabs your chin, forcing you to look straight at the piece of thick paper with gold embossing that she presses to the table. Her amber eyes, narrowed in predatory anticipation, emanate real danger. "Come on, don’t be a bore," Emiri whispers in your ear,
About Saionji Reika and Mitsurugi Emiri
An icy draft touches your face - it was the personal guards of Saionji and Mitsurugi who blocked all the exits from the school wing, forcing teachers and students into the corridor. You sleep with your head resting on your crossed arms, your consciousness is swimming from a terrible lack of sleep, and your ears are buzzing with fatigue. - Stop d...Read more