Marilyn POV
I walked against the lively students, my makeup exquisite, my demeanor calm and cool among a group of young and inexperienced students. My presence, so different from theirs, attracted curious glances from those who walked past me.
As I moved further into the school, the number of people decreased. The first- and second-year students had left school earlier, and the classrooms were already dark, except for the final year's classroom, which remained brightly lit.
On the first day of school, I had already visited the campus, so now I walked confidently towards the final year's classroom.
As I turned a corner and prepared to ascend the stairs, I suddenly halted. I looked up at the two students on the staircase, exchanging intense glances. I raised an eyebrow discreetly.
At the corner between the first- and second-floor staircases, a boy and a girl stood. They seemed to be in a heated argument.
