บท 53: Monday

A hush fell over Class S as the door creaked open, momentarily silencing the animated discussions about Babel. All eyes turned towards the entrance, where a figure slunk in, trying, but failing miserably, to conceal a limp. It was Neveah.

A collective gasp rippled through the class. His normally immaculate appearance was marred by a black eye and a noticeable limp. Bandages peeked out from under his blazer, hinting at further injuries. Murmurs erupted.

"What happened to him?" a student whispered, leaning towards his friend.

"Shouldn't vampires heal from that kind of damage?" his friend replied, confusion echoing in his voice.

Neveah shuffled towards his seat, the whispers and curious stares burning into his back. He sank down with a barely audible groan, wincing as his throbbing leg protested the movement.