Leaves spun outside the walls of the dormitory, blasting on the slightly dotted stones and sliding on them until landing on the ground calmly. Shadows moved on the ground as soldiers began moving from one door to the other, joining in the queue at the assembly ground as they welcomed the new recruits for the fourth year.
At the large assembly ground, five hundred men and women, dressed in outfits of various kinds, stood there, holding sheets in their arms as they focused on the tall man standing at the podium, wrapping his arms tightly around the black microphone.
On the white-colored pulpit, Lieutenant Gray stood there, dressed in a black robe that stretched long like a bride's veil, falling on the ground on which his black boot with a tiny red line at its base stood.
