Despite having been warned against it, Epiphany agreed to meet with you.

You’d asked her to meet you in the abandoned video game club room at the end of the west wing hallway.

She stood at the entrance of the door, ready to grasp you in her hands if you weren’t cautious.

You opened the door slow, staring at her to break her out of this confidence. You stared so hard she clasped her hands on her head instead.

She’s pretty odd..

“You’re here…”

She squeaked out as she held her head in attempts to grasp at strings of composure.