XANIYAH finally found the lecture room where their class was to hold. It wasn’t large like a hall, more of a modest classroom, it was small, simple, but neatly arranged. Rows of seats were set up, enough to take everyone comfortably. The air was buzzing with the typical chaos of students: some were already seated, flipping through notes or scrolling through their phones, while others loitered by the door, engaged in loud chatter. Laughter and voices clashed, making the whole place feel alive ...