"Ekhm…"
Ragnar cleared his throat and tidied up his uniform.
He inspected his knuckles once more, ensuring not a trace of blood remained, before twisting the steel handle and pushing the door open. And the moment the door swung—the sight that greeted him drew a frown from somewhere deep within, though his mask hid it well.
Seems like the situation was worse than he thought it would be.
'So many students…'
More than thirty students gathered in front of the steel door—forming the shape of a crescent moon, which gave him no way to escape. Currently, Ragnar was in quite a spacious area near the furthest corner of the garden.
A few seniors knew about this place.
It was found accidentally.
Behind the overgrowth and vines, there was a door that led to an abandoned basement room that nobody knew what it was built for. Though that was the case, some students realized that it was hard to detect anyone within this basement room.
