''We expected this," Adam said. "The festival, the lax security. We knew they would try something."
Nero sheathed his sword. "Normally, we need to report this. The headmaster needs to know."
Khione's eyes met his. "He already knows. That's why security is lax. To draw them out."
Nero nodded. It was a gamble, using cadets as bait. But it was working. The organization was showing itself. And now, they had proof.
They left the tower, the cold night air washing over them. Behind them, the room was silent, empty, save for the dark stain on the floor. The Fixer Club had stopped a killer. But there would be more. There always were.
The festival was coming. The organization would try again. And they would be there to rip some lives.''
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