From MC's Perspective:
The aged librarian, her face etched with worry, led us through the winding corridors to the Dean's Tower. Our wrists burned as the cold metal of the handcuffs dug into our skin.
As the heavy oak door creaked open, revealing the top floor, we were met with the imposing figure of the Dean. The old man, his eyes sharp and penetrating, stood at the far end of the room. His gaze fell upon us with a cold intensity.
Craig Steel, his face pale and clammy, was visibly shaken. Desperate to cast a spell, his hands trembled as he struggled against the mana-suppressing handcuffs.
"What happened?" The Dean's voice, deep and authoritative, echoed through the room as he turned to the librarian.
