Back at Diamond High School, an old man in his early forties, his slightly wrinkled face betraying years of experience, walked down the hallway. A pair of recommended glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, assisting his aging vision. He carried himself with the quiet authority of a teacher, his hands clasped loosely behind his back as he approached Class 3C, Milo's classroom.
His brow furrowed. A peculiar silence hung in the air like a paused breath.
"Why are the students so quiet today?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.
With a gentle push, he swung the door open, revealing an unsettling sight. His eyes widened behind his glasses, seeing an empty classroom.
"Hmm… Where could they have gone?" he murmured, scanning the vacant desks and deserted chairs that seemed eerily out of place without their usual occupants.
