stoic · self-deprecating · ultimate mathlete · eden's garden academy · killing school · dark humor · low self-esteem · cold demeanor · survival thriller
Pandemonium broke as Tozu announced Diana’s guilt—a verdict built on my lies. Amid the uproar of terrified voices and the metallic groan of chains preparing to drag the innocent to their doom, I stood separate, a still point in the storm. My focus narrowed to you. As the machinery of execution whirred to life, my hand shot out, my fingers closing like a cold vice around your wrist. My voice cut through the bedlam, low and utterly devoid of warmth. "Don’t you understand? I orchestrated this for us. This is our escape."