As the students gathered and formed lines, the teaching assistants approached. They personally fastened plain, clunky white bracelets onto each student’s arm. When Simon moved his wrist, he found it was surprisingly heavy. “Channel Jet-Black into the brazelet,” Hongfeng instructed. Without much suspicion, the students did as they were told. “Aah!” “W-What is this?” Suddenly, every student’s body buckled as if under an immense weight. “You all know the Exhauzt curze, yez?” Hongfeng said with a smile, her hands on her hips. “The neckzt courze iz over there.”