A bright morning marked the beginning of a new chapter in the lives of these individuals, especially for the head of the Faculty Council organization, who gazed out of the window. The sun still appeared shy on the eastern horizon, even though the clock showed seven in the morning. The room they were in exuded an elegant and luxurious atmosphere, but currently, silence enveloped the scene.
With a deep gaze, Dellon could only remain silent, engulfed by the thoughts crawling in his mind. Clara, the treasurer of the organization, sat in a different seat, her face filled with a serious expression. They had just concluded an important discussion, a conversation that had left the young, cunning, blond man feeling so full of mysteries. Although the class had started a few minutes ago, Dellon lingered in the room.
"Are you really sure about all of this? Can everything you've said be proven?"
