"Santiaga..."
"Wake up you careless bastard!"
Santiaga's eyes snapped open feeling a hit to his chest, he groaned, opening his eyes with a frown. He looked to see who the person who hit him to see that it was Veyra.
"Is it already over?" He asked, yawning as he turned his head to look out of the window.
"What the...?" Santiaga was stunned, seeing many students coming out of the hall injured and many bruised.
Some of the other students were helping their friends by carrying them away and a lot of them remained unscathed.
"What the hell happened here? Why does it look like they all went for a war and not a party?" Santiaga asked, looking at all of them written all over his face.
"It's Pharah. She did this." Veyra muttered, gritting her teeth.
Santiaga was dumbfounded, hearing a name that he wasn't familiar with.
"Sorry, who?"
Veyra blinked, looking at him with her mouth hanging open.
