Adam arrived at the stadium after a long trek across many paths and grounds.
The atmosphere still held its unlively weather - although a contrast of the indecent chatters of students.
Adam sat somewhere on a random blue chair arranged round the circular stadium.
The structure, almost as wide as the very own sky, and it's hight lunging high into the air was only accessible by a growing staircase evenly built all through the stadium.
After the continuous upthrust of the viewer's lounge, a circular epicenter garnered all the spotlight as its floors danced with a mixing hue of red and purple.
The stadium itself radiated a mixed emotion of confusion, embarrassment, nonchalance, and even rage.
The pollution of noise - though supposed to be mere whispers were certainly not fit for the weak.
It was almost synonymous to a speaker echoing a sound of more than a thousand bpm.
But the deafening - no...dehumanizing noise was sudden seized at the appearance of a large group that appeared into the epicenter of the stadium.
It was always quite memorable when half of the school teachers and professor gathered all in one place, happening only a cases of school tournaments.
More than thirty teachers gathered behind their leading trope, a young man with blonde hair - Mister Ferron.
The man didn't hold a smile, or a poker look on his face, rather, it was leeched with a formidable frown.
His energy swept through the stadium like it was a small room, almost choking the students in their breath as they shriveled at his repulsive aura.
Adam watched from where he sat, his eyes just equally as narrowed as the principal's.
'Seems like my second guess have been stroke out!'
Ryuu was certainly not held at a death trap from his point of view, but yet, the latter seemed to be absent in the stadium.
But for the while, Adam had to keep his cool and anticipate the words of the principal.
"Nicholas Denson was found missing from his dorm since last night...till the morning," The principal certainly wasn't in the mood for pleasantries or friendly approach when he spoke, his voice louder than a bomb explosion,
"and then we found a pool of dried blood, and what have been confirmed to be his cloth this morning."
"But he...or his corpse remains unfound. But he has been marked as dead due to further information we've had access to."
The principal snapped snapped his fingers prelude to those words, and an image suddenly hovered in the air.
It was a three second clip of a student jumping out from the premise of the school through the barrier Infused wall.
The student, his form obviously young and masculine had a head full with black wavy air - and every other details about him was rather blurry.
The stadium was gradually being pulled into a chatter as the students tried to cope with the death of a fellow mate.
Whether they knew him or not remained useless at the moment as they could only worry about their safety.
If there was a fellow student killing his mates, how could the students be sure they wouldn't be next.
And as for the form of the student, the image seemed to have been taken from skyview as the rest of his face remained a mystery.
But with such little detail, the culprit could barely be identified amongst thousands of other students.
Principal Ferron already knew of this but still decided to get his students alarmed.
Once again, he snapped his fingers and the looping clip of the student disappeared, as well with the noise in the stadium,
"The culprit must had dumped Nicholas' corpse in the forest...by means still unknown, and while we still know very little of this student..."
"If he sits here amongst this crowd, he will most certainly be punished - no! Executed."
Principal Ferron seem to no longer care about his former implicit and refined vocabulary. He only felt rage, and this led him to his next rupture of statement,
"Fifteen professors have been set to thoroughly question you all. You will be called alphabetically by your names, and automatically transported to your interrogation room."
"You all are currently suspect - irrespective of what descent you come from in Moorloch,"
"If any hint of deceit is traced in your words, you will immediately be locked in the Brood zone."
The eyes of all the students widened as they listened to the words from the principal.
Never for once had they seen the ever modest man frown so sternly. And for him to have involved the Brood zone into the matter, it threw the situation into a whole new level of seriousness.
The Brood Zone was a secluded field of lifeless reserve, serving as a mana dispenser, situated in the middle of nowhere, just like Moorloch Grand Academy whose only mode of transport came from the pale gate.
If a student was even sent into the Brood Zone, they always returned changed and almost without life.
While the murmur began to fill the air of the stadium once again, Adam remained in his state of overwhelmed thoughts.
'They all think the killer is a student with black hair, and still didn't find Nic's body.'
'So now they're pushed to do a proper interrogation amongst the students.'
Then the last statement from the principal etched into his head.
Every students' last wish was to be placed on detention in the Brood Zone.
From what they'd heard about the place from students who have been there, compared to the description of Moorloch, the Brood Zone was incomparably worse.
Adam had to tighten his belt.
For the Principal to have warned them about the consequences of giving any false information, he could guess they'd made arrangement for any source of lie detector.
Between his thoughts, Adam listened to the Principal's additional statement,
"But due to some emergency, and specialty reasons, Nicholas' dorm-mates...as well as the remaining four students of the Elite Serenity will be our headstart!"
The man quickly began to call the names from memory, proving his existence as a human camera amongst humans,
"... Adam Coe, and Larry Jonas."
Adam's eyes tore open upon his name called upon by Mr. Ferron.
He'd barely thought of any schemes he could project to escape the grave situation, yet, he had suddenly been thrust into it.
The stadium blurred in Adam's eyes for a split second, then he saw himself seated in a white room, a desk and spare opposite chair in front of him.
'I guess it will soon all begin!'