Chapter 8

University of the Arts, in the English Literature department building, sunlight streamed through the glass panels, lighting the corridor in a warm orange glow.

The streaks slipping through highlighted a lady's features with an elegant gait as she made her way to her next class. There was an illusion of her hair flaring to life, bright like fire. Despite exuding a lazy temperament, she carried a unique charm about her that didn't invoke dislike. Instead, it drew eyes to her figure and gave others the desire to get closer.

As Aria got closer to her destination, she could hear her energetic students making a ruckus in the classroom. Once she reached the door, Aria could faintly make out glimpses of multiple conversations.

"Did you hear about-"

"So hot!"

"My new male god!"

"He's a new professor at-"

"Isn't this too cruel-"

Not concerning herself with the ever gossip-hungry students, prowling like a pack of starved hyenas, Aria opened the door and didn't declare her arrival nor remi