The first guard hastily handed back Cruzer's documents and token, his earlier hostility now replaced with palpable wariness. He signaled to the second guard, who immediately reached for a comm device on his belt.
"Administration will handle your registration," the first guard muttered under his breath, his eyes darting between Cruzer and the dilapidated entrance to the academy. "And notify the principal."
As the second guard relayed the information, Cruzer stood silently, his expression calm but alert. He could feel the eyes of the guards on him, their newfound respect tinged with uncertainty and fear.
The mention of the Hazerlink family had clearly shaken them. It was evident they were struggling to reconcile his presence with their expectations of the academy's usual clientele.
Moments later, the guard on the comm device received a response, nodding quickly before turning back to Cruzer.
