Blind Warrior

In the bustling halls of New York City's St. Fortunes's College, the crisp autumn air carried with it a sense of anticipation. Students hurriedly made their way to their respective hall rooms, the rustle of papers and echoing footsteps filling the corridor. Among them, a young man named Arvon Sunders stood tall with a cold indifferent countanance, his cane gently tapping the ground as he navigated the crowded hallway.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the history class, Professor Adams cleared his throat, commanding the attention of the students. His voice resonated throughout the room, causing the chatter to fade into silence. With a warm smile, he announced,

"Before you all leave, I have an important announcement to make. The result for the history tests are in."