Ezio sat on the cold floor of his room, legs crossed, shoulders slumped and back resting against the soft cushioned couch of his luxurious room.
Dozens of papers were scattered all across the floor. They contained — student data, rank list and handwritten notes. Freshly assembled after the 'Enrollment Exam'.
The pale evening light, poured in from the open windows, turning the white pages into a yellowish shade, almost golden. Being on the twentieth floor had its perks, but the wind kept sneaking in, lifting few of the papers across the floor.
"Ugh.." Ezio groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
"And people say I have it easy."
He picked up another sheet of the paper and scanned it.
[ Name: Andrew Beverly ]
[ Rank: 447 ]
He scanned the description of the student's profile.
"Well he is okay, I guess."
With a weak groan, he kept the paper aside, on another stack, which contained students, who he deemed as prospective members for his faction.
