It was nighttime, yet Adrian had returned to his office.
He slumped down in his chair after a long day.
They had gone through something terrible, something the academy had never experienced in so many years. A single person had entered and killed so many students, yet they hadn't been able to do anything.
Now he had to answer to the parents who had lost their children. They had trusted the academy as a place where their children could become stronger and better, not a place where they would be killed.
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 easily fit in the palm of his hand.
Adrian's gaze sharpened instantly.
His tired expression disappeared, replaced by cold alertness.
He slowly leaned forward, narrowing his eyes further. He was already guessing who had placed it there.
