"Investigate!"
"Investigate thoroughly, from head to toe! Through and through! Investigate thoroughly!"
"A wild demon actually sneaked into our academy without a sound!"
"Are the people from the school labor committee all dead?!"
"Hmm?!"
Old Yao paced back and forth on the podium, like an angry lion.
He waved his pipe, allowing the bluish-white smoke to condense in the cold air, leaving traces of twisting and swirling, eventually accumulating in this dimly lit conference room.
The elf sweepers huddled together, shivering in a paper bin behind the door.
The portraits hanging on the walls around them had long since fled, leaving only empty black frames and multi-colored background boards.
Beneath the podium, the black-robed professors, assistants, and gray-robed school workers were clearly split on both sides, leaving a narrow aisle in the middle, just wide enough for a person to sidle through.
