The next morning, exactly 7:46 AM, the school gates buzzed with life as students poured in like a rushing tide, their laughter and chatter filling the crisp morning air. Friends reunited after a night's rest, shaking hands, hugging, and draping their arms over each other's shoulders as if to make up for the lost hours of companionship. The cool morning breeze weaved through the crowd, dancing playfully between them, as if eager to eavesdrop on their conversations and carry their excitement through the air.
Among the sea of students, Felix stood out, striding with an effortless ease. His suitcase, slung casually across his back, was gripped by the handle in his right hand, resting just above his shoulder, while his left hand remained buried in his pocket. His posture was relaxed yet sharp, his movements exuding an unshaken confidence.
