[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram Academy, Main Building[/color][/i]
[@Nanaya], [@ERode]
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The moment the scent of mouth-watering light radiated off the little stone doll, the Voices cackled in Ciara's mind.

[i]"Well, if you fail with the precious one, this little morsel will do."[/i] The Voice was cold and filled with malice. And Ciara, staring at the petite little doll and its inherent innocence, had to agree. It had enough light to ease the pain in her stomach, if Iraleth-

[i]Wait.[/i]

Ciara slapped hands to her cheeks, having the opposite reaction as the bucket-wearing boy began to breakdance. She wasn't supposed to be agreeing with the Voices! She wasn't supposed to be planning on eating Iraleth! She should be considered with other things, like why the bucket-boy appeared dead!

Her hands moved to her stomach, where there was an infinite void gurgling away, ripping apart her insides. 

How long could she keep this up? How long... until she gave in to this pressure?

The only thing that drew Ciara out of her dilemma was a tell-tale door opening, Davil rolling into the group, and Otis following closely after him. Ciara stared in shock, black hair ruffled in the sudden commotion, before she shook herself, and gave Otis a piercing gaze.

Otis was here. Now she didn't have to hunt him down.

Ignoring Davil's tomato cheeks and obvious embarrassment, as she couldn't understand exactly [i]why[/i] Davil appeared so flustered, she instead made a beeline for Otis, wrapping an arm around his neck and leading him to the side of the cafeteria where they were serving students.

[b]"You read my mind, Otis. Let's go for that coffee."[/b]

When they were a few paces away, she let go of him and leaned in, keeping her voice to a near-whisper, ensuring her voice didn't carry. [b]"I need your help."[/b]

Her eyes were fierce. [b]"Tonight, I'm... I need to get into an off-limits place. And I need your Door to do it."[/b]