The mood around the accommodation that night felt nothing like the excited atmosphere that had filled it just a day earlier.
What had been meant to be a lively school trip had turned into something heavy and mournful.
Word had spread quickly.
Class 3 had lost two classmates—Emily and Calvin. A teacher had also died in the ruins. Other families from different groups had lost loved ones as well. The entire building seemed wrapped in quiet grief.
Originally, the school trip was supposed to last until Monday but after what happened in the Eternal Ruins, the school administration decided to end everything early. The buses would arrive Sunday morning to take everyone back home.
Inside the accommodation halls, whispers drifted through the corridors like ghosts.
Some students who were close to the deceased were crying in their rooms while others simply stared blankly at the ceilings, trying to process everything.
