Professor Gale Dekarios approached the door of a quiet room in the infirmary at Blackstaff Academy. He pushed open the door and stepped into the softly lit room, his eyes falling upon a familiar face from his current roster of students.

Before him, Anon is resting, looking weary but safe.

Gale approached the bed and sat down on the chair facing the bed. He leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees.

“Anon,” he began, his voice a steady anchor in a time of uncertainty. “I know things have been difficult recently, but I need you to trust me. Whatever has brought you to this moment, know that I stand by you, ready to support you through your recovery in any way possible.”