The elevator doors slid open with a soft hum, revealing the pristine interior. My fingers hovered over the panel with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Floor ten. The top of the academy's student accommodations. A place of prestige, comfort, and—finally—solitude.
The elevator hummed as it began to ascend, and I leaned against the wall, looking up at the number indicators with a grin creeping across my face.
The tension in my shoulders melted away as the floor number ticked higher, finally stopping at the number I had been waiting for—10.
The tenth floor. My floor. My very own.
Except for the top 100 cadets, every other cadet in the first year had shared dormitories—2 per room, sometimes more in the common quarters.
But not me. Oh no, fate had other plans for yours truly.
As the Rank 1 cadet of the entrance exam—yes, bask in the glory—and one of the prestigious top 10, I wasn't just handed a pat on the back and a 'good job, kid.'
