Walking down the main avenue on the lawn at the back, Jameson cursed both that bunch of security guards who relied on their seniority and the cold night.
There were roughly two to three thousand people at Paland Academy, but it occupied a wide area.
With Christmas approaching, most of the students had left school for the holidays. The entire campus was quiet, and it felt like a ghost town.
Jameson subconsciously glanced at the darkness where the light couldn't reach. He felt that there were shadows everywhere, as if something was hidden there, ready to strike.
Fine, it was a reflex for a horror movie fan.
The truth was that apart from the rubber baton issued by the school, he had also brought a taser to protect himself. It was a pity he couldn't use it to keep himself warm.
Apart from the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, there was only the crunch of his feet on the snow.
Jameson sped up and swept the flashlight around.
