Classes finally ended, the hum of chatter and movement filling the hallways. Cain rose from his seat, tucking the note carefully into his bag. Jayden followed close behind, her tail flicking slightly as her ears twitched with attention to the crowd. Zara stumbled after them, still half asleep, dragging her bag loosely by her side.
Cain walked with a purpose, moving through the hallways with a silent authority. The whispers he had overheard earlier still lingered in his mind. Tobias. Paigos. Tyrant skill. Every step reinforced the image he could not shake. One of a boy beaten nearly to death.
They reached the emergency ward, the sterile smell of disinfectant hitting Cain immediately. Nurses and staff bustled about, but he ignored the bustle and headed straight for the patient rooms. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead seemed almost deafening in the tense silence that followed him.
