Trap

The scream altered Senile's face for the worse.

He and Kieran exchanged a look before they hastened up into the coffee shop.

The coffee shop was already in chaos.

Mugs rolling on the thick carpet, coffee spilling everywhere, chairs toppling over along the corridor (which wasn't that wide), waiters and customers cowering and screaming in fear and even running out of the coffee shop.

"Stop! Everybody stop! I am Teacher Senile! From this moment onwards, no one shall leave this place without my permission!" Senile stood at the entrance and shouted at the panicked crowd.

The panicked crowd was forced to a stop.

The title of Teacher in Theorate still had its uses, and at the very least, it would provide comfort in this kind of chaotic situation.

"Who is the owner here?" Senile asked.

A middle-aged man walked out upon asking, and Senile continued, "Please help me to maintain the order here."