The Hunter's Academy
Garos sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, coat draped over the chair behind him. His office was dim, the only light coming from the small lamp beside a stack of reports he hadn't touched in hours. The screen in front of him buzzed for a second, and then Athena's face came up.
"Yeah?" he said, voice flat.
She didn't waste time. "It's done. Class Zero just finished their set."
Garos leaned back, eyes narrowing a bit. "How bad?"
Athena blinked. "Not bad."
"…You're serious."
"I wouldn't be calling if I wasn't."
Garos turned in his chair slowly, glancing at the second monitor that tracked performance ratings in real time. "You know how many people are watching this week."
"I do," she said. "That's why I'm calling."
Garos leaned forward again. "Talk."
