The Land of Keimusho [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter Sixteen: The Death Manipulator

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I spun around and flung open the door to my dorm room, only to be greeted by a scene of utter chaos. Students scurried about in a frenzy, their panicked voices filling the air. My heart raced as I frantically tried to make sense of the commotion. Could there be a fire? I couldn't shake off the gnawing worry that danger lurked nearby.

Driven by curiosity and a desire to ensure my safety, I joined the hurried throng of students, following them through the labyrinthine hallways of the academy. We navigated the maze-like corridors until we spilled out onto the expansive soccer field. The sight that greeted me there was both bewildering and awe-inspiring.

The entire student body had congregated on the field, forming orderly lines with a sense of urgency. It was a sight I had never witnessed before. Confusion etched across my face, I scanned the sea of faces, searching for someone who could provide answers.

And there she was, Zenia, a familiar face amidst the chaos. I made my way towards her, hoping she held the key to unraveling this mystery.

"Hey, what's happening?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity and a touch of anxiety.

Zenia's eyes met mine, a mix of concern and determination reflected in them. "Just stay here with me," she replied, her grip tightening on my arm as if to shield me from the unknown as she led me to the front of the line.

My mind raced with questions as I turned to Zenia for guidance, hoping she could shed some light on the situation unfolding before us.

Seeking more information, I persisted, "So what's going on exactly?"

"I'm not sure, but it seems like there's some kind of emergency," she responded, her voice tinged with worry. Her gaze remained fixed ahead, her attention focused on the unfolding events.

Desperate for more information, I pressed on, eager to understand the nature of this emergency that had thrown the academy into disarray. But before Zenia could provide further insight, our conversation was interrupted by the approach of a figure shrouded in authority.

"That's Shadow's secretary," Zenia whispered anxiously from behind me.

"Secretary? Of the headmaster?" I exclaimed in disbelief, turning to look at her. But Zenia's urgent gesture redirected my attention forward, reminding me of the need for caution.

"Don't look over here. Secretary Yan will get mad."

Frustration and impatience welled up within me as I stood in line, my mind filled with unanswered questions. Why was I left in the dark about the unfolding events? The need to uncover the truth gnawed at me, fueling my determination to unravel the mysteries that lay before us.

"Do you already know why I called you here?" The 'Secretary Yan' started.

Frustration and confusion welled up within me as Secretary Yan began speaking. I couldn't help but feel completely clueless about the reason behind her summons. Why couldn't she just tell us directly? The frustration simmered inside me, tempting me to shout out my exasperation. However, I chose to keep my thoughts to myself, suppressing the urge to express my discontent.

"The seven council members are busy with other matters, and the seven elites are in Quinto. That's why we need volunteers...!"

The situation grew even more perplexing as the students, including Zenia, began lowering their heads in unison. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. I felt a wave of confusion and isolation wash over me. As I turned around to see the other students, it became painfully clear that I was the only one left in the maze of uncertainty.