The words painted across the marble statue refused to leave Lily's mind.
THE WRONG HERO HAS BEEN PROTECTING YOU ALL.
A cold breeze swept across the university courtyard.
The red paint glistened beneath the yellow glow of the streetlights, looking almost like fresh blood.
No one spoke.
Students had long since gone home.
The entire campus felt deserted.
Too deserted.
Lily slowly walked closer to the statue.
Her footsteps echoed across the stone pavement.
She reached out, touching the carved name beneath the marble figure.
Professor William Hawthorne
Founder.
Scholar.
Visionary.
Every student who entered the university knew his story.
His portrait decorated the library.
His quotations were engraved on classroom walls.
His generosity was spoken of during every freshman orient
