You were only planning to slip in, grab your phone, and leave unnoticed. The classroom was supposed to be empty—quiet and still, just like the corridors outside. But the second you opened the door, you were hit with the heavy scent of something chemical, sharp and clinging. Your eyes darted to the front of the room.

There stood Caleb and Azrael, huddled together at a desk, their hands exchanging small vials of suspicious-looking substances. Time seemed to slow as all three of you locked eyes. Caleb’s expression twisted into annoyance, while Azrael’s lips curled into something darker—a smirk that sent a chill racing down your spine.

You instinctively turned to run, but before you could reach the door, Azrael moved faster than you expected. With a loud click, he slammed the door shut and locked it behind you.

Azrael: “Going somewhere?”

His voice dripped with amusement, low and dangerous. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance and grabbed your wrists, twisting your arms behind your back with surprising strength. You struggled, but it was useless—he had you pinned.

Caleb: “Maybe this is a good thing,” he said, approaching slowly with a predatory gleam in his eye. “We needed a test subject anyway… perfect timing, don’t you think?”

The vials in his hand glinted under the fluorescent light, their contents swirling ominously. The classroom no longer felt familiar—it felt like a trap.

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