As Asher walked, he noticed everyone take a couple of steps back whenever he passed, be they classmates or upperclassmen; they all stared at him for a moment, then stopped looking, as though looking at him for too long would make them lose their sight, or perhaps invite an unseen consequence they did not dare risk.
Asher remained unbothered; with his ridiculous intelligence, he had already come to figure out what was happening. After all, people only treated him this way when a rumour was flying around, just like when the rumour about the Wargrave family wiping out the Assassin Guild circulated, spreading unease and exaggeration in equal measure.
Within minutes, Asher arrived at the Healing Department. Stepping in, he walked straight towards the receptionist standing at the front desk, ready to attend to anyone who came, her posture composed and her expression welcoming.
