As weeks passed since the trials, my friends settled into their new roles, each finding mentors and beginning their paths within the peak society. I, too, found myself in a position I had requested: a proctor. Yet, despite the apparent fulfillment of my wish, a sense of unease lingered within me, a disquiet that refused to be quelled.
Guiding new students through the trials, I grappled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I was grateful for the chance to make a difference, to ensure that those who followed wouldn't endure the same trials we had faced. But on the other hand, doubts gnawed at me, questioning whether my efforts truly made a difference or merely perpetuated the system that had ensnared us.
Day by day, as I witnessed the hopeful faces of the recruits, I couldn't shake the feeling of discontent that weighed on me. It tainted even the most triumphant moments, casting doubt on my purpose and stirring a restless longing for answers.
