"So killing thousands wasn't enough?" Grace's voice was cold, cutting through the tension like a blade, "Was it?"
Anna's head spun as the last remnants of her resistance faded. Her trembling hands gripped her mask, the metal edges cutting into her palms as she slowly turned, trying to steady herself.
The teachers, finally snapping out of their dazed terror, grabbed the children, ushering them out of the building in a frantic panic.
The sounds of their hurried footsteps and the distant cries of the children echoed through the empty hallway as Anna stood frozen in place, her mind heavy with the weight of what was to come.
She could feel this womans presence before she even turned fully—an energy, an aura of power that was undeniable. Something about her had changed significantly.
