Breaking the tense silence, the door was suddenly flung open. A thundering shout filled the air in the next second.
"What is the meaning of this?! What is going on here?!" The voice of a roaring lion, Mr. Alex Thorn walked in together with two young girls. One brunette bookworm-type, and another with a gothic attire and straight, shoulder-long, black-haired colder beauty.
The silver-haired and bearded substitute teacher sauntered into the gym supported by his now-trademark cane. He and the two girls looked at the scene that resembled the aftermath of a fierce battle with deep frowns plastered on their faces.
Slowly walking over amidst the subtle wails and sobs, they approached the still stunned and paralyzed adult in the room.
