Night Terror’s Dilemma

Aster, after the day's work at the workshop, was casually walking up when two men donned in black uniforms approached him.

The black uniform was nothing like he was used to. First of all, the contrast of the blackness of their uniform was deeper and richer in comparison to the ones he knew.

In addition, gold buttons and edge linens tailored the ensemble as a very unique and outstanding wear.

Not to speak of the faces. As Aster saw them coming, he stopped in his tracks, staggering backward.

'How...' his mind trembled.

Why would the disciplinary committee come all the way to the non-Combative school?

This had never happened before; it was why Aster had calmed down. He thought he was safe and no harm could befall him, as long as he did not go to the underground location or to the Combative School.

He never expected them to come all the way here.