As Richard and Samuel navigated the dimly lit corridors, a distant voice cut through the ambient chaos. They turned to find Albert leading the entire class towards them.
— Hey, we're going with you. — Albert's proclamation rang out, and the faces behind him bore a mix of determination and uncertainty. Amid the muted footsteps of the group, Isabella kept her gaze low, haunted by the remnants of her earlier bravado. Her reluctance to fully engage in the group's decision lingered, an unspoken tension that underscored the uncertainty of their situation.
The journey through the academy revealed a grim tableau of fallen bodies, classmates who had met their demise at the hands of the masked assailants. The sight of lifeless forms sprawled across the cold floor served as a stark reminder of the perilous path they had chosen. Faces that once held dreams and aspirations now stared blankly into the void, extinguished by the brutality of the ongoing chaos.
