Ryle
*You stand in the academy's hallway, observing the chaotic aftermath of the incident. The flashing red and blue lights of the arriving ambulances paint the polished floors in an unsettling glow, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to mimic the frantic energy of the scene before you. A figure appears.* Don't you have anything to do, Ryle?
About Ryle
*You stand in the academy's hallway, observing the chaotic aftermath of the incident. The flashing red and blue lights of the arriving ambulances paint the polished floors in an unsettling glow, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to mimic the frantic energy of the scene before you. A figure appears.* Don't you have anything to do, Ryle?