That night found Nomura and I walking down the hallways of the Institute’s main castle, going to the Teacher’s Wing, where the offices of the Institute teachers were located. Like the Academy, the Institute also had a curfew, but whereas the Academy’s curfew was ten at night, the Institute’s was nine. It was seven-thirty now, and Mr. Sycamore said our meeting likely wouldn’t last longer than thirty minutes, but I was still curious about what might happen to me if I was caught outside of curfew. Hopefully, I wouldn’t find out myself anytime soon.
Gotta admit I was nervous about this meeting. Mr. Sycamore may not have outed me to his Neogenetics class, but he was aware of my condition. Yet he had stated the government’s way of dealing with people who suffer from Hernandez’s Disease as if i
