"This is already the third time."

Aamon stands on the pulpit. In front of him, a line of students arrives late, even though it is already 6:30 AM.

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

His voice booms through the hall, cutting off the students' chatter.

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

His blue eyes sweep over the tardy students, sharp and unyielding. As the student council president, he must be strict. There is no mercy for anyone who breaks the rules.