Whether it was due to the dark and damp atmosphere of the location they breached—in stark contrast to its magnificent exterior facade—or the tyrannical demeanor of the man, it was completely unknown, but the students didn't hesitate to execute the command. They practically sprinted down the corridor, which was wide enough to fit three individuals side by side, and spotted the misshapen belt the bare-chested man used to fasten his pants.
"Get inside; you are going to wait here!"
His upper vessel, which the four-finger-wide strip of leather acting as a suspender over one shoulder failed to conceal, was tanned brown, yet the paleness of the skin tucked beneath his belt occasionally peeked through. He possessed almost zero hair on his skull; the few remaining strands seemed to be impatiently awaiting the hour they would finally fall out.
"Sir, are we supposed to get inside as well?"
