Chapter 97: A Text Notification

It was already nine o’clock in the morning when Well arrived in the school. As he stepped into the vicinity of the entrance gate, a gust of wind brushed the back of his neck. It felt as if the world whispered behind him, trying to entail something like a message. But he knew it was not a message. With his steady face and uninterrupted eyes, Well made it past the guard’s outpost. When he stood before the tallest building of the school, the Administration building, he suddenly paused for a while and looked at it with greatest contemplation. A part of him believed it was not yet the time for him to enter the class. He needed to heal. Losing Detective Deib Anchorman was tragically painful, and no amount of antidotes would be able to make him move on from that pain in just a day or two. But then again, another part of him told him that maybe Allen Mar was there. Maybe he can help him hide the pain. Or at the very least, forget about it.

But to Well, seeing Allen Mar inside one of the c