Night after night, he had been beaten numb. The teachers demanding him to reveal the location of the Storian. Only a few weeks before, he had been respected as the leader of this miserable school, and now he was the lonely rat.

Now he sat, dirty and hungry, on an old balcony overlooking the school. He simply stared into the distance, until unfamiliar footsteps approached.

“…Who are you?” Tedros glared at the stranger in suspicion. He tried to look intimidating, yet his gaze was weak.