"You don't have to think too deeply about it. Just understand one simple truth—this world isn't yours. The world has never been fair, boy. From the very beginning, your mistake was trying to fit into a place like this," the principal said, extending a sheet of paper toward Al with a calm yet condescending expression.
"And this… at the very least, think of it as a small form of compensation."
Al accepted the paper, his brows furrowing the moment his eyes caught the first line. He hadn't even finished reading it, yet something about it already felt absurdly off.
Printed neatly at the top were the words: 'Application for Leave – School Security Guard, Michaelis.'
Huh? Michaelis's leave application? What does that have to do with the non-elite talk? And why is he taking leave? Wait—no, no, no! That doesn't matter. What matters is, why would the principal hand this to me? Al's mind spun, confusion flashing across his face.
