"Fuck!" I woke up with a loud curse.
Nicodemus that bastard... Did he actually kill me?!
Who would have thought that messy haired, frail looking bray was the antagon—
"Huh?" Before i continued painting pictures in my head, i spread my eyes open and took in my surroundings.
Am i...
I blinked.
"... dead?"
[Brain dead.] Meta scoffed.
"What was that?!"
[...]
Tsk, i was wondering why Meta had become a little more docile and quiet a bit ever since i came into the Academy, but the bastard system was just as cocky and bold as ever!
I remember the younger days when Meta's venom weren't this direct!
Sure they often dealt me severe emotional blows to my self esteem, hut at least she prided herself in subtlety.
"Argh. Fuck that. What happened?" I ignored Meta's rude commentary about my intelligence and groaned while getting up.
[The cadet from before, Nicodemus, he did something and transported all of you somewhere else.]
I paused, feeling slightly nauseous with my head spinning.
