Seijirou and the others arrived at the West Wing of Saint Shinomiya, which was a stark contrast to the luxurious marble lobby on the ground floor.
Here, the architecture was more modern—high-ceilinged galleries lined with trophies and glass-encased displays of the school's "dominance."
The air felt pressurized, as if they were in a tactical web woven by the defenders that Seijirou could feel tugging at his senses.
"Please proceed as plan," Haruka's voice crackled through the phone, cold and analytical. "I don't know why Mira has left Sosuke's side earlier than predicted and coordinated a pincer with Takeko, who have also swapped quadrants with Ryu, but it doesn't matter. They are trying to herd you into a kill-zone. Don't play their game. Break the ceiling above you and ascend to the third floor. It is the only clear path to the auditorium."
