As the first rays of sunlight seeped through the window, Jono stirred awake, his mind still in a tumultuous state, consumed by thoughts of Temon and Eno. His restless night had left his room in disarray, littered with crumpled papers and scattered puppets, each one a symbol of his deepest desires and ambitions.
Despite his racing thoughts and jumbled emotions, Jono knew he couldn't act on his impulses just yet. With a heavy heart and a furrowed brow, he made his way to school, his steps laden with apprehension and worry.
As he traversed the labyrinthine hallways of the school, Jono overheard hushed whispers and murmurs from his fellow students. The air was thick with an ominous foreboding, and he could sense that something was amiss.
