9:05 p.m., First Floor of the Boys' Dormitory.
In the dead of night, wisps of white fog seeped out through the icy cracks of the door, while the glass swaying in the wind gave off faint creaks.
From outside, several panicked figures could only be vaguely seen through the vision-obscuring white fog.
As they drew closer and closer, the glass, already pushed to its limits by the cold air, was about to give way.
When the white fog grew denser and leaked uncontrollably through the four gaps around the dormitory entrance, the glass doors had already become riddled with spiderweb-like cracks.
Collapse was only an instant away.
Bang!
Unfortunately, before the pressure of the white fog could reach its limit, a face burst through the fog and abruptly slammed against the door.
In the end, the glass doors of the boys' dormitory shattered beneath the impact of that face, producing an ear-splitting crash in the middle of the night.
The white fog spread without restraint, sweeping across the entire dormitory entrance in an instant, extending from the sky to the ground and forming a wall of fog without a single blind spot.
Then, amidst the darkness and white fog, the man who had smashed through the dormitory doors suddenly turned around, revealing his true face.
If an ordinary person saw that face in such an atmosphere, they would likely be frightened out of their wits on the spot.
The skin on the left half of his face was intact, its complexion a rugged dark tan. His brows were thick and black, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, reflecting his stern nature.
But a twisted scar stretched from the corner of his eye to his lips, adding a vicious brutality to that sternness.
Judging only from the left side