Tunnel

The hallways within the First Imperial School's first-year building were quiet and serene.

There was no ruckus, no hustle and bustle that you'd associate with testosterone and estrogen-pumped adolescents. Instead, everything was silent, still, and peaceful...

Although all lessons had been suspended for the day, the students had no reason whatsoever to leave the comfort of their dorms. After all, anything they wished for could easily be delivered to them. Be it food or extra sets of clothes, everything was readily supplied at absolutely no cost at all.

It was quite the chic lifestyle.

Suddenly, one of the dorm room doors creaked open, and out popped a head with lustrous wavy black hair.

Quinn readjusted the thick-framed glasses on his nose as he peeked down the empty hallway.

"What are you doing?" Hade, who was standing by the door inside the dormitory finally mustered up the courage to ask.