Kairon's Room — No 5
Kairon stood still for a moment, then slowly turned to the window.
The wind stirred gently through the curtains, brushing past his hair. His eyes, half-lidded and distant, reflected the campus lights outside — but his thoughts were buried far deeper.
His voice, when he finally spoke, was calm… disturbingly calm.
"Meira…"
He murmured her name like a line in a script.
"You're just another piece on the board."
He exhaled, not with regret, but with observation — as if dissecting a theory mid-experiment.
"Use affection to establish emotional dependency… create the illusion of closeness. A touch here, a whisper there. Make her feel seen. Needed. Different."
He turned from the window and walked to his desk, eyes brushing across the lined spines of books, anatomy journals, and volumes of warfare strategy.
