As the morning sun graced the sky with its gentle glow, painting a beautiful picture on the canvas of the day, Draven stirred from his slumber at the table where he had fallen asleep while doing his homework. He changed into his regular attire and stepped out of his room, ready to face another day at Littlerock Academy. The dormitory corridors, typically bustling with students, were surprisingly deserted and empty, lending an eerie atmosphere that suited Draven's hidden intentions.
As he navigated the empty corridors, Draven unexpectedly bumped into Benjamin, who wore a look of surprise upon seeing him.
"Hey, Michael," Benjamin greeted Draven, his voice reflecting his astonishment.
Draven raised an eyebrow, curious. "Do you stay in the student dorm?"
Benjamin shook his head. "I used to, but now I just came to collect something I left behind. So, how was your night in the dorm?"
