The Headmaster's Judgment

Danial remained kneeling, his knee pressing into the cold floor of the headmaster’s office. His heart pounded in his chest, and the weight of the headmaster’s presence was crushing. Every instinct told him to remain still, to not even think about looking up. But curiosity got the better of him.

Summoning what little courage he had left, Danial began to lift his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the headmaster's face. However, as his gaze inched upward, an unbearable pain suddenly seared through his mind, like hot needles being driven into his skull. He winced, his vision swimming as the pain intensified, forcing him to lower his head once more while he gritted his teeth.

Frustration welled up inside him, mingling with the pain. He wanted to see the man who held such power over him, the one who had summoned him to this place, but no matter how hard he tried, the headmaster’s face remained an indecipherable blur. It was as though some invisible force was deliberately obscuring his feat