BOOM. It was coming from the direction of the NRC public kitchen, where muffled laughter and shouting from students could be heard. Perhaps many ran for help, like Anon, or maybe they tried to escape from the crime scene. In any case, while turning the corner Anon bump into someone large enough and lands softly on the floor.
“You should watch where you’re running. What happened?” A pleasant voice cut through the air with a tone of concern. Raising their eyes, Anon came face to face with the Heartslabyul’s Vice Dorm leader. Man adjusted his slightly falling glasses, and his eyes looked with obvious worries. But despite this, he offered a helping hand to help Anon get up.