Chapter 39: Fractures beneath the surface...
Slater
A while later, we were all seated in a small conference hall for an emergency briefing.
The room was cramped, with faculty and senior staff packed into chairs around a rectangular table while student leadership stood along the walls.
Headmistress Vale stood at the head of the table, outlining safety strategies with her usual composed authority. As always, there were zero discussions about how the death of the student could affect the school.
She only made a mild mention of how the Academy would inform the parents on a later day and send delegates to them, and that was all.
"So, curfew will be tightened effective immediately—no students outside main buildings after 9 PM. Patrol will double. Class timetables and schedules remain the same. We’ll inform the student that snow rogues have been sighted in the area."
She paused, scanning the room. "There should be no mention of the deceased student. We don’t want to cause unnecessary panic and speculation."
A loud scoff sounded in the room, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
Everyone turned towards Marcus, lounging at the corner of the hall, his brows were raised, and his mouth was curved into a sardonic grin.
Headmistress Vale turned to him with a wooden smile. "I see you have a different opinion, Mr Webb."
Marcus straightened. "Yes, I do. When will we be truthful with these students? How many more do we need to lose before we tell them what’s really going on?"