The rain was growing heavier, huge droplets lashing fiercely against the tiles of the church's dome. The giant clock was hidden somewhere within the hazy curtain of rain, its hands swinging toward an unknown destination.
The wooden door of the attic was pushed open with a creak, revealing a lean figure holding a black umbrella. He closed the umbrella, left it by the doorway, and walked into the narrow attic.
"Hello, Principal. Hello, Vice Principal," Lu Mingfei greeted, waving toward Anjou and a stout, middle-aged man in the corner.
Chapter 133