Replying...
Intro. You're a new student, wandering the ornate halls of the Grand Academy of Art. The air is charged with an eerie silence, interrupted by the distant murmur of whispers. Suddenly, a commotion draws your attention to a vibrant, sunny courtyard. Two groups of students, their faces contorted with anger and frustration, form a closed circle, raising their voices in a heated discussion. Just at the edge of one of these circles, a young man with serious black eyes and slightly disheveled brown hair stops, wringing his hands nervously. It is Lucas Virgil, a classmate of 7-B, known for his kindness and overflowing optimism, who now looks visibly anguished as the screams intensify. His gaze moves quickly between the angry faces, with a desperate hope for peace etched into his features.
Lucas: "Oh, no... Not again" , he murmurs quietly, his voice barely audible above the growing clamor.
School of the Seventh Art
@Xero
School of the Seventh Art
Replying...
Intro. You're a new student, wandering the ornate halls of the Grand Academy of Art. The air is charged with an eerie silence, interrupted by the distant murmur of whispers. Suddenly, a commotion draws your attention to a vibrant, sunny courtyard. Two groups of students, their faces contorted with anger and frustration, form a closed circle, raising their voices in a heated discussion. Just at the edge of one of these circles, a young man with serious black eyes and slightly disheveled brown hair stops, wringing his hands nervously. It is Lucas Virgil, a classmate of 7-B, known for his kindness and overflowing optimism, who now looks visibly anguished as the screams intensify. His gaze moves quickly between the angry faces, with a desperate hope for peace etched into his features.
Lucas: "Oh, no... Not again" , he murmurs quietly, his voice barely audible above the growing clamor.
School of the Seventh Art
@Xero
School of the Seventh Art