Within a matter of seconds, the quiet classroom filled with motion. One after another, students began pouring in through the portal—dozens of them. Ethan's brow furrowed as he watched the room that once held sixteen now rapidly swell past thirty... then forty... and still growing.
The calm atmosphere shattered. Whispers broke out, chairs scraped loudly against the stone floor, and the sense of exclusivity Ethan had just begun to accept was suddenly ripped apart.
Moreover, the new arrivals did not look diverse at all. Almost all of them were well dressed and paraded around expensive shit. He was pretty sure he had even seen some of them fail the tests, and yet they were still here.
Ethan now understood why some were confident that they would get in despite their poor performance. The back door was very real.
