บท 103: Morning's Mystery

Hours later, after a very refreshing sleep, Aeric stirred from his slumber, the beautiful dreams he had had all fading into a haze as an odd sensation pulled him to consciousness.

This sensation wasn't the typical morning grogginess but something far more unsettling. His perception was dragging him awake, a prickling at the nape of his neck.

It felt like he was being watched!

Trying to understand the weirdness, Aeric's eyelids fluttered open, the dull colors brightening to discernible ones. When his eyes opened fully, there was no one to be seen.

Then— tap, tap, tap. The faint sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears, followed by the quiet click of his door closing.

Aeric sat up quickly, heart quickening as his gaze darted around the bright room.

No one. Nothing. Just silence, hanging in the air.

Aeric stared at the door, his body tense. "What the—" he muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.