Still wrapped up in a dense fog of confusion and unanswered questions, Zavier decided to take a look around to find some clues. Much to his horror, he found out that the same spiteful look had replicated itself on the faces of some of the high school students around him. Their eyes burned into him, making him feel like a deer in the sight of several hunters.
It seemed that the boy's hateful contempt had spread around like a virus, infecting just about everyone around him. Zavier's heart sank. He suddenly felt claustrophobic, like he was in den of foxes or something. It was unnerving. More than ever, Zavier knew he needed to find out what the hell was happening. It was like his name carried a stench of reproach that he just couldn't shake off. What had he done?
