"Shouldn't we get going?" Allen asked as he noticed Michael suddenly turning away from the testing hall.
Michael gave a small smile. "I'll join you in a minute. Need to make a quick trip to the washroom."
Allen nodded. "Alright, see you there." With that, the black-haired teen walked off toward the test venue where the third round was about to begin.
Michael, however, headed in the opposite direction—toward his room.
The hallway was silent. Not a single student was in sight. Everyone, even the ones who weren't participating, had already gathered in the resting hall.
No teachers. No Headmasters.
The place felt hollow like it was holding its breath.
Michael hurried into his room and shut the door behind him.
*Clack*
He didn't bother turning around. Didn't even take a step toward the bathroom.
Instead, he spoke in a low, cold voice, "I'm disappointed in you all."
