I take a glance at his hand, it is black and dying, probably getting near to his heart. He will die anyway and very soon, matter of days. He knows that too. He is weak, old and cursed. He notices my stare, but remains silent. I hear footsteps coming towards the tower, there are multiple, I know they entered, stepped through the cabinet. He doesn’t know that the school has been compromised, he doesn’t know that the war will start with his death and that we will be leading it.