That evening, the university training field had fallen into a rare hush. Most of the freshmen were either too exhausted to speak or had passed out cold after the brutal first day. They had returned to their respective dorms like defeated soldiers returning to their hometowns.
Sergeant Seth McKay stood at the edge of the road, watching students scatter. He leaned on a brick pillar, chewing on a piece of dried grass. His brows were furrowed as he pulled out his phone. After a moment of hesitation, he tapped the contact and brought it to his ear.
The line clicked.
"William, could you help me check someone out?" Seth's voice was low but serious, cutting straight to the point.
"Hmm?" came a cold voice on the other end. "Is it personal?"
Seth threw the grass aside. "Yeah. I saw someone today. A student. He looked similar to what Leo had described. The boy who saved him. But I am not sure. He is too young."
A beat of silence passed.
