The morning sun hung low and sharp, painting the academy paths in long, golden slashes that cut across the grass like warning signs.
A CGI lady in crisp heels and a tailored navy suit led the eight of us out of the administration building. Her steps were precise, professional, the practiced rhythm of someone whose entire job was moving valuable assets from one place to another without answering questions.
All eight of us followed in loose formation.
Word had already spread like wildfire across School Central. Students lined both sides of the wide stone path, watching with that particular brand of hungry curiosity—the kind that wanted proximity to danger without actually touching it. Whispers rippled through the crowd. Eyes tracked us like we were already legends in the making.
