Enraged

Later that day, while Mike was walking down the pathway from his calculus class, he was heading back home after a long day. He is a transferee, so he had to deal with many things today. He had to familiarize himself with the school map of where and which buildings and rooms he should go to. It wasn't draining his energy, but it consumed so much of his time walking around and introducing himself to his professors. It was already mid of the first semester, so he had to come forward to them to get into their classes and be recognized, as well as to make sure his name is on their records. But a group of well-built men surrounded him. He tried to ignore them and avoid getting into a fight, but they seemed to purposely block his way. They don't look like students, but Mike cannot tell what and who they are exactly. He tried to get through them. Turned to walk to his right, blocked. To his left, blocked. He tried to turn around. There was also someone blocking him from the back. He paused