[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vCOad5d.png[/img] [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/rf5/e9VoB/MGI1NjQ0Y2U4MzYxNDhkMmIxNTI0YzJkMmVkZWUwOGMub3Rm/Q2lhcmEgVmVudHVyYQ/handwriting-signature.png?r=fs&h=138&w=2813&fg=FFFFFF&bg=000000&tb=1&s=49[/img] [/center] [hr][i][color=gray]Wingram Clinic[/color][/i] [sub][@Nanaya][/sub][hr] Her head buzzed. A whine in her ears sent ripples through her body. Still, despite the drugs still in her system, Ciara tried her best to listen. [quote=Principal Raja]”Should it not awaken by first light tomorrow, I'll end its life; though its true controller likely won't mourn it, wherever they are.”[/quote] Ciara's eyes bugged, before they squeezed shut. Her excitement sent her head reeling a million miles a minute. ‘It’... ‘end’... The shadow imp. It had to be. The imp, the- Her eyes snapped wide open again, her breath catching. She was going to kill it! What- what time was it now- Her mind reeled again, and Ciara groaned into her pillow. If she had the strength or the means to punch Otis, she would. Though, she was still the idiot that would accept anything from the dark one. Being betrayed was in her nature, she supposed. It was then another voice floated through the room, and Ciara listened from her bed behind the curtain. [quote=Doctor Sylv]"I will simply acquire a new one, later. Efficiency requires sacrifice.”[/quote] Ciara's brows furrowed, struggling to think. The voice seemed familiar, but for the life of her, she couldn't think why. Something about a page…? Wait- Ciara's eyes squinted up at the curtain. From the sounds of it, the voices unhurried, it sounded like a crisis had been averted. Did that mean Davil was alright? A shaky breath released from her. Her mistake, as it must have alerted the principal. Instantly, a phantasmal hand threw aside the curtain. Light shone in, and Ciara stared down the glowing hot tip of an active staff. If she could move, she would have flinched or recoiled. Instead, she settled for tightening her eyes anxiously, her lips drawing back in an uncertain grimace. [quote=Principal Raja]"Don't run. I know that's what your cult does best, but do not try to flee. An attempt to run now will seal your fate - I will find you, catch you, and kill you.”[/quote] Ciara sweated, staring down the staff leveled at her. She couldn't bring herself to speak, desperately trying to think through the buzzing euphoria that drowned her bones and her flesh. She saw flashes of angry mobs with torches in hand against a backdrop of white snow, but quickly pushed that down. Not need to dwell on one more thing that made her [i]uncomfortable[/i]. Instead, she tried to listen more carefully to the principal's anxiety-inducing pass of judgement. [quote=Principal Paja]"You will be dealt judgment by the Star Court and High Bishop Verne on the 6th of March, 9:00 AM sharp, in the Grand Cathedral of Nero. You may request an aide to take your side, though they must be faculty or attendees of Wingram itself.”[/quote] Ciara's lips parted in shock. [I]The[/i] High Bishop Verne? The one who issued the invitations to Wingram? [I]He[/i] was the true leader of it? The administration? [i]Gah-[/i] Ciara's ears and body buzzed at a terrifyingly high level, anxiety being torn apart by euphoria. Her insides felt hallow. She seemed to almost deflate on her bed, in shock and bitter remorse in her judgment, and in her grace period. So she would be a prisoner in principle for the next… Well, it was March 2nd today, wasn't it? The fated day of the duel… So, four days. Four days of grace before the hammer would be brought down upon her, for better or worse… [b]”I… want Michael. As an aide.”[/b] Was all she managed to croak out. [quote=Principal Raja]"All students of Compact 3 will also be required to attend.”[/quote] Seeing the faces of those whom she betrayed, and those who betrayed her as she potentially walked to the guillotine. It was almost poetic, if it didn't make her blood run cold, causing all kinds of weird sensations to mix with the drugs holding her in its grip. [b]”What sort of punishment… can I except… if I walk willingly to this…?”[/b] She didn't want to know. But it had to be said. She had to know if she was truly walking to her death.