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  ... The sun rise over Minodouzan Junior High, shattering into a thousand golden shards against the rugged, stone-hewn architecture of the campus. Built directly into a plateau that overlooked a series of jagged cliffs, the school felt more like a fortress than a place of learning. The air here was thin and sharp, carrying the scent of pine needles and the earthy, metallic tang of wet granite. It was a Tuesday morning, and the campus was already a beehive of high-velocity movement. The student body moved with the rhythmic intensity of a mountain rescue team. In the central courtyard, a group of students in thick tracksuits were performing synchronized lunges, their collective breath rising in a white mist. Others were jogging in tight formations uphill, their heavy boots crunching rhythmically against the gravel. Suddenly, the heavy hiss of air brakes cut through the morning's athletic hum. A dusty, weathered bus pulled up to the front gates. The doors folded back with a metallic ...