You don't know when it will reach you. But when it does, dread will make your knees drop to the floor in a swift. It will drain your hope, crush your soul, and make you regret your very existence.
"Limit Malus' movements to East Wing! Summon the Russians, block every possible entrance," Chairman Caspar barks series of commands to Headmistress and Matheo.
He withdraws a sudden gush of breath as his gaze slowly hovers to my stoic body. His eyes hold sadness and fear; in that exact moment, I got the confirmation I need.
"It's me. It is me, right?" I almost say it in a whisper.
"Not this time," Chairman addresses me. He walks in my direction, his right-hand lifts in the air...
"No!" I say as I back a step or two. "I want to stay lucid and awake. It's my body, it's my choice," I press.
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