"Samael Kaizer Theosbane. You look… terrible. Like you haven't slept in days. What's the matter? Still can't maintain a proper sleep schedule even after skipping basically all your classes?"
My eyebrow twitched.
I was seated on a couch in an extravagant office cabin — plush and over-decorated, the kind you'd expect from someone with too much taste and not nearly enough self-restraint.
Across from me sat a woman who looked to be in her early twenties. Maybe late twenties, if you factored in her caffeine addiction.
Her hair was as black as the sky on a starless night, flowing down her shoulders in loose waves. Her face was sharp, but there was a subdued warmth to it.
It was the kind of face that made you think she could either offer sage advice… or bury you alive with a smile.
Her beauty was as captivating as it was serene.
