Megara halted before the school's grand entrance, her heart hammering against her ribs, a stark contrast to the lingering unease from yesterday's unsettling encounter with the Z3.
Despite her friendship with Hugo, a seed of doubt had taken root. Was his change of heart genuine, or merely another cruel prank orchestrated by Uriel? She banished the queasy thought, stepping into the hushed hallway. The opulent surroundings, dominated by rows of sleek, purple lockers, served as a constant reminder: she was about to spend another day immersed in the world of the privileged, a realm she associated with arrogance and a reliance on bullying for validation. Students in the distinctive uniform of Royal Von High – tailored purple suits adorned with various colored emblems above the right breast pocket, paired with white and black checkered skirts for the girls and black trousers for the boys, completed by long black socks and purple berets – moved around her.
A low murmur filled the expansive space, its volume steadily escalating with the arrival of more students