Morning still clung quietly to Class 2-C like a soft fog.
The handful of NPC-like students who had arrived moved sluggishly, wrapped in their own quiet routines.
In the middle of that calm atmosphere, C sat quietly at his desk. His posture was upright, but relaxed.
The phone in his hand glowed softly, lighting up his expressionless face.
His fingers moved fast, scrolling through a long list of items he had ordered online. This wasn't just some casual shopping list.
He paused on one item: a GPS tracker, no larger than a coin, with a battery life that lasted for days.
Then he switched over to another list: materials for his weapon.
There was magnesium powder, a trigger mechanism, tiny electronic components, and other materials that would soon be turned into a flashbang necklace.
Individually, the items looked harmless. But C knew exactly how to turn them into something far more dangerous than they appeared.
Finally, the screen displayed the image of a handgun.
