Vermillion Private School – Class 4-A
The crisp autumn morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of Class 4-A, illuminating the pristine desks arranged in perfect rows. The atmosphere inside the classroom had almost returned to its usual state—partially, at least.
The start of the final year meant one thing for everyone: National College Exams.
The tension was already settling in. Students were busy organizing their materials, some flipping through thick textbooks, others comparing notes, discussing strategies for the upcoming months.
Yet, despite the renewed focus, whispers still lingered in the air.
Whispers about Damien Elford.
"Man, it's been a whole week, huh?" One of the boys leaned back in his chair, chuckling. "Guess Leon really did a number on him. That bastard hasn't shown his face since."
