บท 95: Confusing Twist 5

A few minutes later.

He sat at a wooden desk in the middle of a bright, furnished classroom. 

The walls were painted a clean, light blue, with neatly arranged shelves lining one side, holding fresh textbooks and neatly stacked supplies. 

Large windows on the far wall let in a flood of natural light, giving the room a warm, welcoming atmosphere, though it felt strangely empty without the usual buzz of students. 

Five teachers stood around him, positioned at various points around the room. Their stares were intense and unsettling, they were scrutinizing every move he made. 

One of them, Mr. Harris, gripped a broom tightly, as though it could protect them.

Asher ignored the unnecessary antics and leaned back in his chair, unbothered by their overreaction.

He could easily escape if he wanted to, but that would only make things more complicated—especially now that he was testing whether the police would actually show up.