Chapter 4 First Mission
The classroom was lively.
The air buzzed with energy as students filled their seats, chatting among themselves. Books and pens were scattered across desks, and the faint sound of pages flipping could be heard over the low murmurs.
But one seat remained empty.
Liam's seat.
It had been a week since anyone had seen him.
Not that most people cared.
The girls who used to swoon over his face had quickly moved on. For them, Liam was nothing more than a pretty decoration, a beautiful waste of space. His timid nature, his cowardly attitude—it all made him unworthy of the face he had. Some of them even called him a "waste of a face," saying someone else—anyone else—deserved to look like that instead of him.
The guys? They didn't care either. If anything, his absence made things more peaceful. No more annoying jealousy. No more reason to beat him up.
Nobody asked about him.
Nobody except one person.
Dickson.