The duo climbed four flights of stairs, ascending toward the fifth floor where the meeting was to be held. Thanks to their violet emblems, a real-time guide shimmered in front of them—a floating map that ensured they wouldn't lose their way.
Along the way, they attracted a few curious glances from upper-year students. One snooty-looking third-year even stepped into their path, arms crossed with a condescending tilt of the head.
"First-years aren't allowed on the upper floors," he said in a nasally voice, clearly preparing to block their passage—perhaps even by force, judging by the way he planted his feet.
Melody didn't bother responding. Her sapphire eyes flicked toward Michael, silently passing the responsibility to him.
With a trace of irritation, Michael held up his violet emblem. The moment the student saw it, his expression froze.
"We're the first-year representatives," Michael said coolly, "on our way to attend the student council meeting."
