After chatting and catching up with Aurora for a while, she left the room, leaving Atticus alone.
He decided to get the well deserved sleep he had missed for the past 3 weeks. Soon enough, he entered the realm of dreams as his head sank into the soft, fluffy pillow.
After a few hours, Atticus woke up feeling energized. After washing his face in the bath room sink, he stepped out of his room and started making his way down the hall.
Checking the time on his artifact, Atticus saw that it was just after 4 PM. Many of the youths would have been given breaks to eat and rest for a while, which wasn't surprising that he was seeing a crowd of youths in front of him.
"Hm?" Atticus narrowed his eyes at the crowd of youths in the middle of the hallway.
Despite the narrowness of the hallway, all the youths were gathered in a semicircle, surrounding something or someone.
The air was filled with their collective shouts and cheers,
"Get him!"
