The lecturer stepped out, the door clicking softly behind him.
Chairs scraped the floor. Conversations sparked to life again, faint and scattered—until Lucifer stood up.
The moment he did, the air dropped. Like the room itself held its breath.
He picked up his bag lazily, slung it over his shoulder, and walked toward the door with that usual quiet step of his.
But then—
He stopped.
Eyes narrowed.
Right in front of the door stood five students.
Blocking the exit.
Each one holding… something.
Wooden stakes. Carved. Sanded down. Some still had splinters sticking out. Clearly not factory-made.
Lucifer tilted his head slightly. Eyes flicking to the jagged wood in their hands.
He sighed.
Low. Tired.
"…What do you guys think you're doing?"
No movement.
No answer.
Just the stare of kids who had no idea what they were messing with—but thought they did.
