Scott and Travis had been seized by a group of formidable second-level students, who swiftly escorted them through the corridors of their dorm building; their footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
They arrived at a door marked with a gleaming silver plate bearing the number "314," nestled deep within the exclusive quarters of the second-level students.
It was a room once occupied by one of the second levels; a promising student whose ambitions had been brutally cut short, after he failed in a test that occurred recently. His room had stood vacant since his abrupt expulsion from the academy.
His expulsion was swift and merciless, a casualty of the academy's ruthless evaluation process, where a single misstep in the high-stakes tests could seal one's fate. His loss had left this room abandoned, a haunting reminder of what will happen if you were to fail the academy's test.
