Kozhikode, Cheranadu State, Akhand Bharatiya Empire
Bhavanth Xochipilli, pacing around at the gate of the dormitory, was nervous. It was still 5:40 in the morning. The weather was chilly, with fog obstructing the vision. The streets and roads of the beautiful coastal city of Kozhikode were extremely peaceful, with only the sounds of ambience from the occasional carriages, bicycles, or rickshaws moving past.
Back in the dormitory, most of the teenagers were still fast asleep. Only a few sports scholarship students running on the field could be seen panting and warming up their bodies to the fullest. Even the watchman at the gate was sleeping soundly.
