The first day of my final semester at Mythos Academy began with the familiar ritual of gathering in Class 4-A for Professor Nero's briefing. As I approached the classroom, the weight of this being my last semester here settled over me like a mantle—heavy with both nostalgia and anticipation.
Class 4-A housed the academy's most elite students, and our small cohort of fourteen occupied seats arranged in a neat 2x7 formation. The intimate setting meant everyone knew everyone else's business, for better or worse.
As I entered the room, I noticed I was among the last to arrive. Most of my classmates were already seated or milling about in small groups, their conversations creating a low hum of anticipation for the new semester.
