Takeshi pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway.
The corridor lights, the students walking by, the sound of footsteps mixed with conversations, it was exactly the same as any other day.
He checked his stats one more time before putting his phone away.
[Life: 100%]
[Sanity: 75%]
[Points: 13]
That seventy-five percent felt unstable, like it could drop just from remembering what he had seen. He shoved the thought somewhere it couldn't bother him and walked back to the classroom.
Class was still in session.
Takeshi opened the door carefully, muttered something about the bathroom, and headed to his desk. The teacher didn't look up, and nobody paid attention to him for more than two seconds.
He sat down, took out his notebook, and placed his pencil against the page.
The pencil didn't move.
The teacher was talking about something related to energy channels and magical resistance, but the words reached him like background noise.
