Tuesday has arrived, a tricky kind of a day. There is still a bit of languor yet you get a bit used to.
The ground is filled with students arranged as per classes and heights. They are still in sleep and mourning for the death of night. The silence and the dread makes it seem that this the reaping day and in just a few moments, two students would be sent to kill and to die. Yet there is nothing like that.
Prayers are being changed half-heartedly. By the gates, a few latecomers are standing including Sid and Prince.
"Your first time?" asks Sid.
