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Trouble At The Entrance
Author: Bigsnowy
last update2024-06-12 22:42:22

The auditorium building was huge, and its size stretched to an unknown distance Mason wasn't aware of. The irony of the situation hit him, and a little smile appeared on his face. He has been at Aleric University for years; it was his first time at the student auditorium. The time a general gathering was announced like this was during his freshman year, and he could not attend due to the part-time jobs he was juggling.

Shifting his thoughts, Mason followed the queue with several students walking in the same direction. The Security guard standing at the entrance of the auditorium building made Mason groan as the reason for their appearance whacked him. He wasn't holding his student pass, which he had forgotten at home. Since it is an official gathering with the university staff, including other high administrators of the University, the security pass will strictly be used. As if that wasn't enough, Mason raised his head to the broadcasting speaker at the top of the building, towering
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