Sophie Wexler stared at the pile of things, a headache brewing. It was clear they had all been chosen with care, and some were even handmade. It would be too heartless to just throw them away.
Just as she was wrestling with what to do, a voice called out, "Miss Wexler, I didn't expect to run into you here. You're one of the Healer-class participating in this matching, aren't you?"
Sophie Wexler turned around, a little surprised to see who it was. "Your name is Shane..."
"Shane Thorne." The man gave a gentle smile, seemingly unbothered that Sophie hadn't remembered his name, and repeated it for her.
"Sorry, I'm not very good with names."
"It's fine," Shane Thorne said warmly.
"What... are you doing here?" Sophie Wexler asked, a little confused.
This was the residence the Empire had specifically arranged for the Healer-class this time. His presence here meant...
