Chapter 47
The floor of the auditorium was covered with a red carpet. While the third test passers glanced at the groups across from them, I kept my eyes on the floor.
Limberton scratched his head and asked, “Weren’t they supposed to fail?”
I took my eyes off the floor and answered, “They’re going to the same dormitory as us.”
In truth, from the moment one passed the second test, admission was inevitable. The consent form we received upon passing the second test had a small clause: [We are not responsible for death during enrollment.]
They didn’t care if there were casualties during the third test. Signing that consent form was a tacit agreement to this reality.
“So, what about them? Where did all those people go, and why are there only five left? And why do they look like that?”
Limberton pointed to the donation admissions but couldn’t get an answer.
The elderly man on the podium clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention. The sound was so heavy it echoed through the eardrums. The murmurs quickly subsided.
The intimidating presence of the burly, muscular old man with a scar etched near one eye made even the distant onlookers feel like herbivores.