Alexander's POV
I finally forced myself to make a movement and luckily, I wasn't too late. The black hood guy whom I suspect to be a rogue is about two minutes away from me. I followed him closely, making sure that he does not suspect that he's being tailed. I learnt how to feather foot in my years as a child. My father, rest his soul, would make me walk behind him without my footsteps being heard or a sound coming from me. A sound made is a lash on my back.
The rogue was walking towards the west gate and as I tried to reduce the distance between us, he just seems to walk even farther. I have no choice but to give chase. Being a fast runner, the fastest in Whitmore Academy, I came close to him, just a few feet between us. He takes a turn into a corner and by the time I was there, he had
