It was nighttime, yet Adrian came back to his office.
He slumped down in his chair after a long day.
They had gone through something terrible that the academy had never faced in so many years. A single person had entered and killed so many students, yet they couldn't do anything.
Now he had to answer to the parents who had lost their children. They had believed in the academy as a place that could make them stronger, better. Not to kill them.
Adrian rubbed his temples, his expression heavy and tired.
"Malrick..." he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly as the name left his lips.
Just then, he noticed a black metallic device on the table. It was small, something that could be held in his palm easily.
Adrian's gaze sharpened instantly.
His tired expression disappeared, replaced by cold alertness.
He slowly leaned forward, narrowing his eyes further, already guessing who had placed it there.
