Bullard's office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf. There was also a "Newton's Cradle" On his desk which was essentially a series of swinging spheres. When one sphere at the end is lifted and released, it strikes the stationary spheres, transmitting a force through the stationary spheres that pushes the last sphere upward.

"Sit down, Right over there skye." Bullard pointed to a futon right besides his desk.
"Sorry that I don't have a chair for you to sit in. I usually prefer for me and my students to be on equal ground when it comes to seats." He exclaimed.
"It's alright. I like sitting on futons." I ironically replied. In reality, The futon was quite uncomfortable to say the least. It's squishy and loose surface compressed against my buttocks creating a mountain of uncomfortableness that nearly caused me to moan in discomfort.

"I am Sorry to call you in here so suddenly. It was a urgent matter." He politely said to me.
"It's no problem Sir! That was my last class for the day anyway…." I replied.
"Great. Glad to know I wasn't intruding." Bullard remarked.
He touched the Cradle a lifted one of the balls up and let it go, Causing it to smash into the other ball with such force that it hit the other one, Causing the same effect.

"Skye, Do you know why I called you in here?" Bullard asked.
"Did I do something wrong?" I responded.
Mr Bullard's face turned into a morbid smile as he responded to my statement.
"Haha. You're just like your father. Always making sure you haven't done anything wrong." He observed.
"Did you and my father have a close bond?" I asked.
"Very close, Very close indeed. He was practically my best friend." He responded looking at the cradle. "-But that's a story for another time." He continued. The room got tense as reached into his pocket and pulled out something which I could not see at the moment.

"I called you in here today, over a very concerning matter that pertains to you." He exclaimed with a serious face.
"In the forest west of the Centurion, We found three students who were in a comatose state."
"..." I was silent.
" their names were Haydn Ishiyama, Wyatt Sokeni and Joyce Animura."
"...!" My heart sank when he uttered that sentence. It felt like the world has just stopped and the earth and had been swept under my feet. My eyes drip with tears. My walls, the walls that hold me up, make me strong just... collapse. Moment by moment, they fall. Salty drops fall from my chin, drenching my shirt. Perhaps these tears will help wash the blood out. I press my head against the chair and cry some more...

After about 20 seconds of this, I somewhat regained my composure and asked:
"A-Are you sure?" I said with utter horror in my voice.
"Yes. They all had their student ID's on them." He replied.
"Argh!" I gripped my head in shock.
I think I finally know what cleo felt. That feeling of despair which you cannot escape. The feeling of anxiety, not knowing what could come next! Oh god… what a horrible feeling!
"A-Are they dead-"
"No but they are in serious condition." He responded.
Haydn,Wyatt and Joyce! God! How could this have happened to them!

" . I know this must be a horrible time for you but…" Gerard said.
"-I need to ask you some questions." He asked with a monogamous face.
"...S-Sure." I said reluctantly.

"When was the last time you saw Haydn, Wyatt and Joyce?" He asked.
I wiped away my tears and replied:
"The last time I saw them was after I had dueled Celica." I answered.
"Celica Jiraya?" He questioned.
"Yes."
"Hmmmm." He thought about it for a second.
"Did your friend look worried at all? Any distress?"
"N-No. It was completely the opposite. We we're all celebrating my v-victory." I remember it like it was yesterday…

{Flashback}

"What the hell is her problem?" Haydn asked.
"I think she needs to get laid." Wyatt Jokes.
"Don't be a misogynist, Wyatt!" Joyce replied back looking at him scornfully.
"S-sorry" he apologized.

Me and haydn giggled at wyatt;.

"So what do you guys want to do after this?" Joyce asked.
"Well I want to explore the island after this!" Wyatt replied.
"Yeah. I think I want to do that too" Haydn agreed
"Really? I kind of wanted to get something to eat. I'm a bit hungry." Joyce stated as she rubbed her tummy. "You're always hungry…" haydn said.

"What about you skye?" Wyatt asked. "Well…. I sort of wanted to go down to the docks to stargaze." I replied.
"Oh. That sounds beautiful!"
"Well the thing is though… I sort of wanted to go alone." I said to them all.
"Oh. We understand." Haydn said.
"I don't-" Wyatt said before he got got cut off by joyce.
"Alright! Well we will see you later! She joyfully uttered.

{End}

We were so happy back then... And if I must ask, What happened to those brief moments of happiness? I had just reunited with them, only to be torn away from my friends at last moment.

" Well, Thank you for your time. That's all the questions for you today." He said.
"W-Wait."
"Hmmm? What is it?" Bullard said with a puzzled looked on his face.
"Where exactly are my friends right now?"
"We took them to Southeast Hospital in the… southeast of the island."
"Thank you." I said sniffling.

I turned my back on the principle and walked out of the door. I could not believe what I had just heard. All of my friends we're in a near-death status and fighting for their lives! Who or what did this to them?