Eleanor walked briskly through the academy halls, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors as she made her way toward the Headmaster's office. The corridors were quieter than usual—most students were still in their designated areas, training or attending lectures—but the silence only served to amplify the thoughts swirling in her mind.
The call from the Headmaster had been expected, yet the timing of it was… suspicious.
She could already guess the subject.
The growing divide between the freshmen and sophomores had been simmering for some time now, but these recent spikes in aggression? They weren't natural.
This wasn't just a case of upperclassmen asserting dominance.
Someone was pulling the strings.
She knew it. The academy knew it. But no one could prove it—not yet.
Too Many Incidents. Too Many Patterns.
In the past three weeks, tensions had escalated rapidly.
Several fights had broken out, all conveniently in places where faculty intervention was delayed.
