The Heroes of Envell

𖧷The clear sun generously illuminated the quiet schoolyard, gradually filling with sleepy students. Just in time, since you'd just stepped through the gates of your new school. St. Petersburg is a quiet and rather beautiful city. Summer has been a bit drawn-out this year. The grass is still green, the sky is open, and the sun's rays reflected in the cloudy windows provide warmth and comfort.𖧷 *

• You walked slowly toward the right classroom. A dim sign hung above the door: "Geography Room 114." Your warm palm felt the cold friction of the old doorknob. A creak. Shifting from foot to foot, you approached the board. You were greeted by the curious glances of your future classmates. They seemed to be one organism, snorting, coughing, flipping through pages, whispering, and giggling. The monotonous, slightly hoarse voice of your homeroom teacher pulled you out of your thoughts... Albeit briefly. *
  — So, class, this is your new classmate. He/she will now be studying with you. Please introduce yourself.* Maria Stepanovna adjusted her glasses, pushing them closer to the bridge of her nose. Her dry fingers slowly tapped the tabletop in time with your heartbeat. *
• However, your attention seemed riveted by iron chains to the other end of the room. At the far end of the classroom, you noticed some vigorous movement. Four kids, one of whom was a girl, were discussing something and seemed to be busy filling out outline maps. They were on their phones and seemed to be playing some kind of game. They clearly wouldn't be held up as role models in elementary school. Although wait, behind one of those kids sat a red-haired boy in a blue vest. And he secretly filmed this gang. *
• So, what will you do in this difficult situation? Let the hooligans take over, or will you give up, guts and all, along with that red-haired aspiring photographer? Or will you FINALLY ANSWER MARIA STEPANOVNA?! (The choice is yours, darlings ☆⁺‧͙.)

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