Chapter 89 Gathering

• I didn’t waste any time. Following the path I remembered, I headed back to the rehearsal room. But I didn’t step inside. Considering the way they saw me—like some kind of nightmare come to life—if I walked in, the artists in training might just collapse from sheer terror.
• Instead, I stood outside, watching them through the one-way glass.
• Their skills were actually better than I expected. More than that, their dedication and willingness to learn were beyond what I had anticipated.