As soon as he fully entered and the doors sealed behind him, an extremely terrifying pressure descended upon him. In that moment, Vogue felt numerous pairs of eyes land on his body, scanning him with intense, gazes that carried distinct hostility.
He calmly turned his attention deeper into the bus, and multiple figures entered his line of sight. They were already seated, having apparently boarded earlier, and they were all staring directly at him with varying degrees of unfriendly interest.
There were approximately twenty to thirty other passengers already present—all of them clearly fellow candidates for the War-Star University entrance examination. But the atmosphere was nothing like the nervous, excited chatter Vogue had observed in the crowds outside.
Here, inside this sealed vehicle, the mood was oppressive and threatening.
