"Oya, oya... Talking about me?"
Every head turned toward the door, where a figure stood casually leaning against the frame.
Damien Elford.
The atmosphere shifted.
Not with the usual disdain or dismissive amusement—but with something else. Something tense. Something closer to shock.
Because the Damien Elford standing there was not the one they remembered.
The lazy, slouching, overweight boy who dragged himself through the halls like a ghost was gone.
This Damien was leaner. Sharper. His once bloated frame had shed a significant amount of weight, revealing a physique that, while not quite athletic, was undeniably different—almost fit. His uniform, which once strained against his form, now rested on him with an effortless ease.
But that wasn't what sent a chill through the room.
It was his presence.
