Final Verdict? [2]

As the classroom began to empty, Noah packed up his belongings, eager to leave.

The lesson had been grueling, and his thoughts were scattered, still dwelling on the aftermath of the incident and the weight of everything that had transpired.

Just as he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way toward the door, a voice called out from behind him.

"Noah," Professor Jacob said, his tone calm but deliberate.

"A moment, if you will."

Noah stopped in his tracks, turning to face the professor, his brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

He hadn't expected to be held back.

Professor Jacob was still at his desk, organizing some papers, but his eyes lifted to meet Noah's.

"Are you feeling alright?" Jacob asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Noah hesitated for a second, then nodded.