Before Hallie's murder, in the Novatio meeting room, tension hung heavy in the air. The Novatio leader, flanked by anxious members, voiced their concerns. "Allen has significantly restricted our movements within the academy," the leader remarked gravely. "If this persists, we might be die."
A wave of fear swept through the room as everyone shuddered and exchanged anxious glances. The mere thought of theme being caught by the SDC and handing over the nobles' clutches sent chills down their spines. No one wished to meet the same grim fate as Ismay.
"But what about those who have already been taken by the SDC? Aren't they still alive?" one member dared to voice, their voice trembling with fear.
"It's only a matter of time before Allen surrenders them to the nobles. Can the academy truly resist the nobles' demands for captives?" The girl's words deepened the sense of dread among the members, making the panic within the members even worse.
