The students were still sleeping.
Oswald Haywood's rough voice came through the loudspeaker, "All students, assemble on the playground within five minutes—I repeat, all students, assemble on the playground within five minutes!"
The broadcast woke the students from their sleep, and hearing the voice of the hard master, each one of them were scared awake.
They cursed under their breath as they quickly got out of bed, dressed, washed up, and tidied up their quarters.
On the playground.
The instructors stood on the ground, with a thick layer of snow accumulating beneath their feet, making a faint sound with each step they took.
The snowflakes fell gently all around, enveloping everything in sight with its silvery embrace, covering the buildings in pristine white.
Caroline Edwin kept one hand tucked in her pocket.
Ryan Saxon, who stood beside her, struck up a conversation, "Coach Edwin seems in good spirits today."
