C250 A Murmur in the Sheath

The faint scent of paper lingered in the air.

Footsteps thudded in the distance, someone was running.

Instinctively, her gaze was drawn to the wooden door ahead. A sweet warmth bloomed in her heart as she anticipated the arrival of a familiar silhouette through the door.

And with a creak, it was indeed her.

"Mr. Karl