Prelude Of Event
As the day neared its end, the hallowed halls of the Academy emptied, leaving behind only a scattering of individuals.
Among the remaining few was Ken, whose unwavering commitment to his training had propelled him to the forefront. Having concluded his rigorous regimen for the day, he embarked on his solitary journey back to his quarters.
It was a customary sight for those familiar with Ken to witness his relentless pursuit of excellence, often witnessing him engrossed in practice well into the depths of the night.
His devotion to his craft was unmatched, and he approached every training session with unwavering determination. Because it was late, he could't ride campus buss.
As he traversed the dimly lit streets, the silence that enveloped the Academy was momentarily shattered by an unsettling clamor emanating from a nearby alleyway.