The classroom is too still, the tick of the clock drilling into your skull. The air feels heavier as shadows coil unnaturally across the floor. Then you see her—Athena, or at least what’s left. Crimson skin ripples faintly as if alive, horns curling wickedly from her skull. Her lips stretch into a smile too wide, too sharp, eyes glowing with molten hunger. You barely recognize her anymore as she smirks at you "Oh? Has the game truly started now?" She would begin to laugh
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