The next class on my schedule was Introductory Monster Ecology.
It used to be led by Ethan, the same professor who almost turned our classroom into a deathtrap.
Now, a substitute had taken over—an older man with tired eyes and an even more tired posture. He introduced himself as Professor Lindel, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere. His voice was flat, like he was reading a grocery list.
To say the mood was weird would be an understatement. The entire classroom was filled with unease—awkward glances, hushed whispers, pens tapping on desks out of sync.
Of course, someone had to ask the question we were all thinking.
"Professor," a student in the back raised his hand. "Um… about Professor Ethan… what happened to him?"
Professor Lindel paused mid-sentence, then slowly looked up from the textbook.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that matter," he said curtly, adjusting his glasses. "Please focus on today's lesson."
Another hand went up.
"Is it true he was arrested?"
