Zena: The Last Fight
Go investigate

During the meeting, all students were exempted from studying because the teachers were present. However, they were not allowed to go home before school hours ended. Tired of staying silent in class after the first hour of class, Zena decides to go to the rooftop.

A place he was curious about, and had never been to. Without informing Mirah and Ben, he goes secretly alone.

"It was supposed to get to the roof I just had to climb these stairs, right?" He muttered to himself as he climbed one by one the stairs on the floor of his class.

A quiet hallway, the state of the floor was deserted. He remembered William's warning about the school turning quiet all of a sudden.

"Am I going to find something in this desolate state? Ah, William ... Laila, how long will the girl keep her mouth shut?" Zena continued muttering in order to drive away the bored substitute friends.

Brug!

A voice distracted Zena, her forehead frowning as another voice greeted her with unease. The same groans and moans that Zena heard during her assault on the villa behind the forest.

"The exact same sound as I heard in the villa," Zena muttered as she took a step closer to the empty classroom. More precisely the storage warehouse of all used items in the school.

With light and silent steps, Zena settles while circulating a wary look worried that someone has eyes on her. He pushed the door, unlocked. The stacked tables and chairs that had been broken, were enough to block Zena's small body from the group of students who were doing something.

Zena slipped into another room, kept quiet there. An unused toilet. He guessed that the room might be a former teacher's office.

"Mmm ... it smells!" Zena wagged her hands in front of her nose to ward off the bad smell in the room. However, still, the smell was reluctant to go from there.

He opened the door making a crack, squatting under the door peeking at what a group of people were doing in the room. Zena's eyes squinted as she caught three familiar figures.

People who always disturb Zena of course, the white tiger group is cool with their activities. Two men who Zena knew as teachers joined in the activity.

"What are they doing? Shamelessly taking off the uniform just like that? Is this common in big cities? But this is at school!" The growling itself saw the behavior of the two people who were wriggling under the power of the teacher.

One man was seen standing by the window.

"Eh? I didn't see him just now. Did he see me? But if he saw, it would definitely scream." Zena bit her lip when she realized someone was watching from the window.

Let it be, if it is a trap, it is ready for the consequences. Zena did not move even though the smell continued to stuff her nostrils. He raises the collar of clothes to cover the nose to prevent the smell that continues to spread in.

"Faster!" racau one of the girls with gasping breath. While others, busy clucking and hissing with eyes open-closed.

"Ah, my holy eyes must be tarnished. Why did I come in here? You idiot!" it's on itself. He no longer peeked, turned and leaned against the wall with a hunting breath.

Long groans were welcomed to end their back-and-forth activities. The sound of tongue-tapping, still heard even though the game was over. That's just Zena's calculation.

"You know, a new student named Zena?" The chairman opened his voice while confirming the uniform he was wearing.

"What's wrong? Isn't he a soft prey? Don't think you're jealous of him because according to the other students he's beautiful" said the man Zena knew was a teacher.

"Hen-ti-kan! You still want to do it?" The sound mixed with hiss as the man sipped the skin of his chest.

"They're not done yet" he glanced at another pair still engrossed in their back and forth activities.

"Let it go, they're just starting." He chuckled as he glanced at his partner who bit his lips with a shaken body.

"So, how? What do you want to say about the new student?" The voice of the man asked again.

"I suspect he's a spy. Seeing her style and movements resist .. could it be that she was a spy?" He frowned while holding both hands around the man's neck.

The sound of laughter coming from the man made him cluck. His lips were endlessly seductive, down the recess of the chairman's neck.

"He may have studied martial arts when he had not moved to this city. I heard he's the son of that great doctor, could be, right? But to be a spy, I'm not sure because he looks ordinary" he commented.

"She has a sister who's still in elementary school." The girl who had just finished with her activities made a sound.

The chief looked over with a frown. "You sure?"

"I once caught him picking up a ten-year-old ..maybe, in elementary school," he said with certainty.

"Ten-year-old boy?"

"Yes, man."

"They're just a normal family, we know Adhikari's doctor, right? They're a normal family." Another man chimed.

"I heard a girl came with Chendrik to a meeting at the parliament building the other day. He threatened all the ministers. According to reports, the girl was highly respected by the head of the Eagle Eye, "the girl who was watching at the window.

Zena stiffened, all they were talking about was her. One conclusion, they are related to the mafia.

"We can't be reckless anymore in acting."

"But Mr. Hirata always demands."

"You take it easy, I've explained the situation."

"Will the little man understand?"

"Hopefully."

"Here you go, hurry back to class before anyone catches us."

Zena held her breath as they crossed her hiding place. The conversation they had, really took him by surprise. A new fact he found.

"I have to be more careful, they start to suspect me. Hhmm .. It turns out they are the same as me, not the real students and teachers." Zena muttered.

He gawked out to make sure they had all left the warehouse. Hurriedly he got out, kept running from the warehouse and towards the roof of the school. Zena inhales as much fresh air as possible to replace the smelly air that fills her lungs.

"Damn! That place stinks?" gerutu Zena continued his steps towards the roof of the school. There was nothing there, other than a large open space.

A fresh breeze swept across his face, flying his hair tied in a ponytail, swaying to the right and left following the gusts of wind in the place. Zena stood up straight, enjoying her bike. From where he stood, the view below was clearly visible.

"Dad, Mother, how are you?" He muttered, holding his hand on his stomach. His gaze stared at the slow-moving clouds. He smiled warmly as a gentle wind swept across his face.

Without realizing it, someone was looking at him at a distance.

"Who is he?"