"This is already the third."

Aamon stood on the pulpit. In front of him, there was a line of students who had arrived late when it was already 6:30 AM. The cold morning air seeped through the open windows, carrying the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee from the teachers' lounge.

"Don't you guys get tired of being late?!"

His voice boomed in the hall, breaking up the nervous chatter among the students. The sound echoed against the marble floors and high ceilings, making your heart race faster.

"I'm really disappointed. You know, right, Prodigy Global Academy, this excellent school with handpicked students, can have disorderly students like you?!"

His blue eyes looked sharply at each of the tardy students, like shards of ice piercing through your skin. As the Student Council president, he stood straight with perfect posture, his silver hair catching the morning light streaming through the stained glass windows. There was no mercy in his expression for anyone who broke the rules.