The semester was drawing to a close, and with it, her days at the academy were numbered.
Yet, strangely enough, Lorraine didn't feel like it was ending at all.
"Shit… why are we being bombarded with all this work?" she muttered to herself, dragging a hand through her already-messy hair as she slumped over the stack of papers on her table.
"Just because we're senior students now doesn't mean we don't get to rest, right?"
Her voice was low, more of a grumble than anything else, barely audible above the soft clatter of plates and the gentle hum of morning chatter around her.
Frustration simmered beneath her skin.
All this effort poured into completing her thesis—just words and more words on paper—felt wasteful.
She would've rather spent that energy out on the field, doing something real.
Monster hunting. Guarding missions.
Anything that required action, movement, and instinct.
Not this endless string of documentation and citations.
