The grand arched halls of Garreg Mach Monastery were empty save for the lone figure who walked them that night. Rhea often found solace in wandering the corridors after dusk, when all others had retired for the evening. Her heeled boots clicked softly against the stone floor as she walked, the sounds echoing through the abandoned passages. As Rhea turned a corner, she noticed a faint glow of candlelight coming from one of the unused classrooms. She slowly made her way over and peered inside. Wit...