The Museum

With Benedict at the front of the line and Carl at the back, silence followed the group as they made their way to the east wing of the Willimas Museum. Students stare curiously at the men in black uniforms patrolling the premises with military-grade weapons. Just like their build, they all wore an intimidating aura, which made the students think twice and eradicated any thought of ever trespassing or breaking the rules.

"Are those guns loaded?" a curious student inquired, his attention fixed on the M4 with one of the men. The girl walking next to him glanced in the direction of her friend before returning to the man, whose facial expression didn't give off a friendly vibe.

“We better not find out,” the girl muttered, pulling at the boy's hand to catch up with the line.

After a brief moment, they arrived at the building, which towered above their heads, holding the name and symbol of the Williams family. In front of the building were other museum staff who were also waiting for the ar