Another killing had occurred.
This time, the Grandmasters had commanded the House Keeper to lock every door, preventing anyone from leaving their dorms.
No one could wander the halls at night.
No one could search for answers.
Another student had been taken.
***
Now, the halls bustled with students, all pretending nothing was wrong.
Aziz and Marcus walked toward their next class, fresh from another lesson under Professor Thorne.
Earlier, a student had mysteriously broken her arm mid-lesson, her scream cutting through the classroom. She had been sent to the medical wing, clutching her limp arm, while Professor Thorne feigned shock, gasping theatrically and wondering what on earth had happened.
Her acting had been poor at best.
The room's icy tension had spoken louder than her words.
Aziz had noticed the subtle flick of her finger, the almost imperceptible gleam of a needle cutting through the air. No one else seemed to have caught it. But he had.
