15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCpD8BuM2d9Eilara felt a chill snake down her spine as she surveyed her surroundings, her hands beginning to tremble despite her efforts to stay composed.
“Good evening, sir,” the boy said. His voice carried a strange, unyielding confidence.
“Name?” the man demanded. He studied the boy with a piercing gaze, but the child didn’t flinch.
I’m Eilara Moore, Eilara thought, feeling the phantom urge to speak. I have to say something.
“I’m Kael Zorvath,” the boy declared, his jaw set with sudden determination.
“A Zorvath?” the man mused, his interest piqued. “Our top student’s family?”
“Seraphina is my mother.” Kael gritted his teeth, and for a fleeting second, his confidence seemed to fracture. It was as if he were wearing a mask that didn't quite fit. He looked terrified as he stood on his tiptoes, trying to look down on the man. “Do you have anything to say to that, sir?”
“Careful, Mr.Zorvath.” The man smoothed his already perfect hair, his expression darkening. “That attitude will lead you into serious trouble.”
“What’s going on?” Eilara whispered to Kael as he slowly pulled a mask into place.
“Nothing. Just family history,” he replied calmly. “Let’s go before we’re late, Eilara. Maybe we can explore the school.”
The man sighed, catching Eilara’s hand and firmly ushering them out of his way. Inside, the school appeared remarkably sturdy, despite the paper-like structure of the building itself. The hallways were a somber grey, lined with rows of lockers and portraits of stern-faced people. A massive clock caught Eilara’s eye; its hands were ticking backwards in a rhythmic countdown: 6:35... 6:34... 6:33...
“Is this a countdown to something?” Eilara wondered aloud, her eyes fixed on the retreating numbers.
Kael merely shrugged, rushing over to a locker labeled 'Kael Zorvath'. The locker immediately adjacent to it had 'Eilara Moore' printed in bold, black letters. Kael’s locker appeared weathered, layers of dust coating the shelves as if it had been in use for years. In contrast, Eilara’s locker looked untouched—pristine, free of fingerprints, dust, or stickers.
Suddenly, a bell chimed, signaling the students to hurry. Eilara froze. She recognized that melody.An earthquake shaked her memories as one surfaced.It was the exact sound she had heard the moment the masked person erased her memories.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQtaqocCqX
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