"A lack of adaptability.. is a lack of survivability. Survival is not based on who is the strongest or the smartest. It comes down to who can adapt."

Celestia's voice rose above the chaos that had erupted in the room, a cacophony of shouts and accusations echoing off the walls.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as all 17 students, trapped in this twisted Killing Game, grappled with fear and confusion. Desperation fueled their frantic discussions, each person vying to voice their opinions amidst the uproar.

Celestia surveyed the frantic scene around her, feeling a twinge of annoyance.

While her peers were consumed by panic and hysteria, she couldn't help but wish she were enjoying her breakfast instead—perhaps a warm croissant or a bowl of fresh fruit, anything that could soothe her nerves.

Yet, here she was, faced with a group of students spiraling into madness. If it meant restoring a semblance of order, she knew she had to intervene somehow.

With a determined breath, Celestia reminded herself of her goal: to instill calm in the storm of emotions swirling about her.

The cacophony threatened to drown out any rational thought, and two conflicting sides seemed to emerge in the argument. She understood that in this high-stakes environment, clarity and composure were urgently needed.

It was time to act. With her heart steady and her mind sharp, she prepared to guide them back to a path of reason—one that could lead to survival.