The next day at school felt suspiciously calm.
Too calm.
It was the kind of peace that usually meant the universe was busy loading a new disaster in the background.
I should've known.
By lunch break, it rolled in like a meteor.
Our professor waltzed into the room with this serene smile that instantly gave me heart palpitations. Professors only smile like that when they're about to ruin your life.
"We'll be starting your next major project today," he announced.
Another project. After the previous project. And the one before that. I swear we were collecting projects like stray cats.
The moment he started explaining the details, my soul left my body.
We were tasked to make a software program that could counter a system-breaking bug.
A tool that would detect, trace, and resolve a corrupted module with one magical click.
Something that basically functioned like a digital exorcist.
Me.
A sophomore.
Making that.
