The pair—Conrad and the janitor, tore through the academy's hallways, their footsteps echoing as they whipped around corners and leaped over benches, handrails, and whatnot.
Behind them was the examiner woman who chased after them.
She was clearly chasing after him, but somehow, he had gotten involved. When he glanced back at her, he felt a chill run down his spine.
They had been sprinting for a while now and she didn't show any signs of fatigue. While he was also doing well, his new janitor pal wasn't looking so fine.
His speed had been reduced to the point where even he was starting to slow down so he could keep up. It was to be expected, he was merely a cleaner after all.
The disadvantage to that however was that the woman was rapidly catching up to them now.
"Damn it, at this rate she'll catch us in no time"
"There!"
As he said that, the janitor gestured ahead of them, where a sign with some code on it loomed.
