There had been something soulless in Maya's gaze, as though the girl had lost everything, and in that moment, nothing mattered but vengeance.
What if that girl truly became a threat to the Academy?
Amy thought with a grimace.
She didn't want to imagine the damage Maya could cause if pushed too far.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she straightened up and pushed herself off the wall.
There was nothing more she could do here. It was time to leave.
As she made her way down the dimly lit corridors, Amy's thoughts churned.
There was so much at play, so many questions unanswered.
And above all, the looming shadow of whoever—or whatever—was responsible for the attack.
After some time, she found herself outside the doctor's office.
Pausing for a moment, Amy knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," a calm, composed voice called from within.
