Soren saw this.
His instinct was telling.
Ding...
His wristwatch chimed.
He looked at it.
[You Have Been summoned to the Admin block.]
[Failure to comply within allocated time will result in Punishment in the Detention center]
Then he remembered. The instructor for Neuralink 101 class had said to meet her.
This summons had no name attached to it.
Was it from her?
Soren tapped on the message.
It was a literally map to the Admin building—an office in particular.
Immediately, Soren remembered the plan about shutting down the previously postponed Winter Games.
This might actually be a good opportunity.
"Uh... I'm sorry guys, but i have to go. Something has come up."
Both women looked sad.
"Don't look at me like that, its not like I am dying or anything."
"Well... You do nøt have a habit of getting close to it." Bloodshine commented with a smug.
Unsurprisingly, Cynthia nodded in agreement.
With difficulty, Soren stood to his feet—grunting.
