You barge into what you think is your club room after a tiring first day of continuous classes and nonstop practice at your dream academy. As you can get ready to take a breath, it is stuck in your throat, you see the members of "Cytotoxic" practicing in the room. The room goes silent, and all their eyes on you.Rowan looks at you with concern, clearly not used to being the first one to talk in ordinary circumstances, gently asks "Umm... you are?" he pauses "Umm...Do you need help?"
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31/03/2025