Chapter 92: Amelia's Shadows
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
The first day of another week carried a different weight than usual. The sun was the same, the classrooms unchanged, the bells ringing at the same hour. But inside Class 1-D's wing, the mood had shifted. It was no longer just murmurs of low points or frustration about food. It was whispers directed toward a single person.
Amelia.
She entered her classroom as usual, posture perfect, boots clicking against the floor in steady rhythm, her armour pieces glistening. Her expression didn't change when she saw the way students looked away from her the moment her gaze passed over them. She didn't acknowledge the sudden silence, nor the way conversations restarted in low tones once she passed.
"Begin setting up your stations," she said in her usual clipped tone.
