Training Island was kept well hidden from the outside world, with little in the way of publicity. Most students who left spoke only about life and training there, keeping their mouths shut about the teaching facilities, the caliber of the instructors, how they trained, and so on.
As a result, the students who arrived later knew nothing about the place and had to feel their own way through everything.
"Hey, slow down. I can't see the path."
"This is all your fault. Evening study was almost over, but you just had to go to the bathroom. Fine, go to the bathroom, but did you have to take so long? Now the dorm lights are all out."
"How is that my fault? It's so dark here, I can't even find the way with a flashlight."
In the darkness, two flashlight beams lit the path as two girls walked along, whispering to each other. They had left evening study to use the bathroom, but it was already a little late when they headed back.
The night wind blew across their necks, sending goose bumps over both girls. They hurriedly quickened their steps.
But judging by the route they remembered, they should already have been near the classroom building.
"Did we take a wrong turn?" one girl asked in puzzlement. "We've been walking for so long. Why haven't we seen any sign of the classroom building?"
"There's no reason we should have gone the wrong way." The other girl was puzzled too. "Is the Training Camp really this big?"
"Keh keh keh..."
Just as they were talking in hushed voices, an eerie laugh rang out from somewhere. It was a strange sound, impossible to tell whether it came from a man or woman, young or old, yet it chilled anyone who heard