Rex lay sprawled across the massive couch in the/his/their dorm living room, one arm thrown over his eyes while the other ran roughly through his already messy black hair. Though… the ceiling above him offered no answers. Lmao.
"Argh... that fucking bitch... She promised she'd reach out to them... what the hell is she even playing at...?" he muttered hoarsely, staring up at the ceiling fan with pure annoyance.
Looking back at the past 48 hours, his mind still struggled to process the absolute absurdity of her behavior.
***
Yesterday had started off as a completely normal academy day— or at least as normal as things could possibly get for him.
Yet everywhere he went, it felt like Elara Everhart was shadowing his every move like a poorly disguised spook.
In the cafeteria, Rex had been sitting face-to-face with Hana Emberlyn, who spent 40 solid minutes intensely interrogating him on how a manaless student could casually cast her ancient family's fragmented version Burning Star.
