Chapter 84: Pure White Sculpture (Extra 1000 words for Meow!)_3
He then followed his intuition and looked towards the blackboard.
Above the blackboard hung a pendulum clock, through the dim moonlight filtering in from the window, he made out the time displayed on the clock.
23:16.
"23:16?"
"This time...?"
He glanced outside the window, where the persistent raindrops were relentlessly pounding against the windowpane, with faint lightning coursing through the overcast sky.
This familiar scene began to awaken some of his memories, but they were extremely blurred; it was as though he had experienced them, yet also as if... they had been experienced by someone else.
At that moment, a 'click-clack' sound echoed by his ears.
Almost subconsciously, he looked towards the direction of the classroom door.
In that instant, the classroom's frantic and intense battling atmosphere seemed as if doused with a bucket of cold water, quickly becoming unstable.