Time soon passed, and with Mozart's introduction of the syllabus, class F was in full swing
The entrance ceremony had long since ended, and the opening banquet was nearing ever closer.
At this time, he sun had set over the Academy, painting the white spires in hues of blood orange
In this setting, while the rest of the campus prepared for the prestigious Opening Banquet,
The students of Class F lay face-down in the mud near the sewage treatment plant, gasping for air like dying fish.
"I can't... I can't breathe..." Lukas wheezed, his face streaked with dirt and vomit.
"Get up," Alaric rasped.
The Protagonist was barely holding together. His bandages had unraveled and dragged through the muck, his legs trembling so violently they threatened to give out. Still, he remained standing.
He reached down and offered Lukas a filthy hand.
"The Professor said... if we're late to the Banquet... we run again," Alaric choked out.
