Anabelle moved swiftly through the night—as quickly as she could.
Behind her were about a dozen girls, give or take. The darkness served as a good cover for the group, and with the sound elimination Spell they had going, no trouble had spotted them yet.
Two Automatons hung above the group, floating before and behind them to scour their surroundings. The darkness was thick, and the lights that usually radiated around the campus grounds had been destroyed—most likely by the attackers.
Ana ignored the gnawing fear within her, giving no heed to the hard pounding within her heart. She simply focused on following Jared's instructions to make her way to the Middle-Class Boys' Dorm.
It all began close to an hour earlier.
