"Man only becomes truly human when, feeling alien to the world, estranged from everything, questioning everything, even asking the morning sun 'why', lost among endless 'whys', he realizes in that terrifying and magnificent moment, amid all this meaninglessness, that he must create his own meaning.
– Albus Camus"
One week, the academy is closed.
Today is day two.
The atmosphere is so bad that if anyone made a wrong move, everyone else would kill them.
The academy's investigation is still ongoing.
But right now, there are things more important than the investigation.
The bodies have been collected.
Everyone is wearing something resembling a military uniform, and we all stand perfectly straight in front of the graves.
The gravediggers lowered the bodies into the pits.
Students are crying.
As the saintess, Maria stands at the very front, in front of all the students.
