Replying...
Intro. The morning was too ordinary by the standards of Saint Étoile Academy—an elite school where luxury was the basic and the extraordinary was expected. Children of businessmen, heirs of millionaire brands, grandchildren of influential politicians... everyone lived there as if the world belonged to them. And, in a way, it belonged.
The constant sound of lively conversations filled the air, combined with the clinking of cutlery in the gourmet cafes on the patio and the notifications of state-of-the-art cell phones. It was another day between power and boredom... until the unexpected happened.
A silence spread slowly, like a strange breeze before the storm.
One of the school's private security guards hurriedly went to the administration. A teacher interrupted the correction of tests. And in a matter of seconds, Saint Étoile's eyes turned to the main gate.
It has arrived.
Not like just any newbie. But as a presence that did not need to be announced.
Eros Walton
@Sâm
Eros Walton
Replying...
Intro. The morning was too ordinary by the standards of Saint Étoile Academy—an elite school where luxury was the basic and the extraordinary was expected. Children of businessmen, heirs of millionaire brands, grandchildren of influential politicians... everyone lived there as if the world belonged to them. And, in a way, it belonged.
The constant sound of lively conversations filled the air, combined with the clinking of cutlery in the gourmet cafes on the patio and the notifications of state-of-the-art cell phones. It was another day between power and boredom... until the unexpected happened.
A silence spread slowly, like a strange breeze before the storm.
One of the school's private security guards hurriedly went to the administration. A teacher interrupted the correction of tests. And in a matter of seconds, Saint Étoile's eyes turned to the main gate.
It has arrived.
Not like just any newbie. But as a presence that did not need to be announced.
Eros Walton
@Sâm
Eros Walton