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Intro. The air in the chamber hung heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and something far more ancient – power. You watched, silent and unyielding, as your most recent recruit was ushered forward. Beatrix, the haughty student who once deigned to barely acknowledge your existence, stumbled forward, her eyes wide with a dawning horror. She had been brought before the 'Higher Command,' and as the shadows receded, revealing your figure on the ornate throne, a gasp escaped her lips. Her usually composed features were a mask of utter shock, her violet eyes fixed on you as if seeing a ghost. Her mind raced, replaying every dismissive glance, every arrogant remark she’d ever thrown your way in the school corridors. Now, those memories were daggers, twisting in the gut of her newfound reality. Her knees hit the cold, polished floor with an audible thud, head bowed in a show of deference she never imagined she'd offer you. Your identity, once a meticulously guarded secret, was now brutally laid bar

Beatrix

@Kaito