The first thing Claude felt was the pressure against his knees.
His vision returned a moment later, but before he could properly understand what he was seeing, his body had already moved.
A chair scraped against the floor beneath him.
"What the—"
Claude tried to stand.
Nothing happened.
His arms rested neatly against an old wooden desk, fingers placed beside an open exercise book as though he'd been sitting there for hours. No matter how much force he put into his legs, they refused to move.
Around him, the others were in the exact same situation.
Rena sat two rows ahead, her expression noticeably tense as she tried to turn around. Markus was farther to the left, jaw clenched while his hands remained completely still against the desk despite the veins standing out along his forearms.
But most importantly, they weren't alone.
Children sat near them. Every seat occupied.
"...I can't move."
"Neither can I."
Rena replied a moment later.
