For the past two days, the academy has followed the same strict routine.
Wake up. Revise for the day's exams. Head to school. Take the tests. Eat lunch. Sit through the second shift of exams. Then return home and prepare all over again for tomorrow.
Everyone was serious. Focused. Determined to keep their scores high and their records clean.
Today, Adrian had been assigned as the invigilator for Class 2-B. He didn't visit this class often—just the occasional weekly doubt-clearing sessions—so he wasn't familiar with all the students seated before him.
Not that it mattered. He didn't need to know their names. His job was simple: watch over the class, keep order, and make sure no one broke the rules.
In his past life, Adrian had been a teacher too. But back then, he taught little children in their homes—gentle lessons, full of laughter and crayons. This? This was different. A quiet hall. Rows of serious faces. The soft rustle of pages and ticking clocks.
