In a classroom now rendered all too quiet and barricaded by every desk she could have shoved in front of the doors, Mei could only sit quietly in the corner of the room, cautiously eyeing the doors. The only sounds she heard were either the booming thunder outside, or the groaning voices from beyond the door.
She had no idea what was even going on, how a seemingly ordinary day had turned into something out of a horror movie. She'd had the luck to somehow find her way into a secluded room like this, but every moment was just more and more building dread at the idea that eventually, those doors would be broken through. And that would be it.
[But isn't it perhaps better all of them ended up that way? After all, wouldn't you say they deserve it with how they've treated you?]
"Does it matter?" Mei replied to the voice ringing in her head, her eyes dark as she stared ahead. "Me, them… all of it'll be gone soon anyway."
[Then why not speed it up a bit? Destroy it all with your own hands. Get revenge on them for how they turned on you, made this world hell.]
"Get… revenge?"
Mei was pulled out of her stupor when the doors rattled again, causing her to shrink further against the wall to try and conceal herself. The groanings outside intensified, as if something had aggravated her warped classmates. And echoing through the air were vague bangs and other noises. Gunfire.
[You'll make your decision soon enough… though I'm not exactly the patient type.]
As Mei's hands tightened up, a slight glow ebbed out from under her shirt. A mark forming on her hip, a sigil that crackled like thunder.
A Stigmata.