It was a miracle that I did not murder Nigel then and there for his suggestion. Or maybe it was because I knew Night Soldier wouldn’t be happy if I murdered a first-year student on the first day of school.
Either way, the events of the next half hour or so blurred past me quickly. Chase, Night Soldier, Nigel, and I left the Auditorium, where we were immediately greeted by the teachers, who had been extremely worried for our safety. Nigel and Chase were transported to the Academy Clinic due to their injuries, while I, having escaped that ordeal relatively uninjured, went to take a shower because Chase’s toxic gas had the unfortunate side effect of causing dead crickets to fall on my body and make me feel really gross.
But I didn’t get to stay in my dorm forever. Night Soldier asked me to
