Inside a wide spacious room, all the First Year students grouped together. Some students stood, frowning in nervousness. Other students merely relaxed themselves as they waited patiently.
Arcuied walked leisurely through the room — approaching a group of students. His footsteps echoed, alarming the group of students to stare at him. He stopped, scratching his head awkwardly as he apologized. "Uh...sorry, I'm late?"
"Tsk. You better be sorry," A burly male student wearing glasses replied, clicking his tongue in annoyance. The student was wearing the academy's uniform.
Arcuied averted his eyes, feeling embarrassed. He couldn't blame them if they were angry. He practically didn't reply nor answer to any of their messages during the past week. In his defense, he didn't even know that he had a group, much less know of its members.