Kara

　　That man with moustache eyed me from top to toe incredulously. I was in my jeans and t-shirt with a long coat. My hand tightly gripped a suitcase. I shot him with my sharp gaze. He did the same in return. He spoke to me in the next minute.

　　“Your student just made a fuss here.” He pointed to some mess Colin created. There were three boys sitting at the corner of the room while rubbing their face. I couldn’t catch what they looked like due to the dim light. But, surely they grimaced in pain. Colin was the white belt holder at Karate. That was what I'd read...