Morning sunlight spilled over the gates of Blackridge High No. 7, the school's tall stone building glowing softly under a clear sky. Students started filing through the main entrance—some still yawning, others laughing and chatting in small groups. For them, it was just another regular school day.
But Ezra and Dravis weren't here for school.
The two had come to meet Ellia, hoping to speak with her directly. The rest of their group four others were elsewhere, trying to find out why the Crimson Guild was involved with her in the first place.
"Let's go," Ezra said, looking at the main building. "I hope she came to school today."
"In a place like this," Dravis replied, "missing a day means losing a day's salary. Unless she's rich, she'll be here."
