The students had barely recovered from the shock of Alexander Blackwell's arrival when the deep, resonating wail of sirens filled the air. Heads snapped back toward the window, and gasps rippled through the crowd as a convoy of sleek, armored SUVs rolled through the school gates. These were no ordinary vehicles—custom-built Rolls-Royce Cullinans, their glossy black surfaces reflecting the afternoon sun, moved with an air of absolute authority. One of them bore flashing sirens, its presence unmistakably signaling importance.
Then, the doors opened.