Tokio Hotel
2011, September 12th. It was a regular day at Cherry High School. Students walked through the halls chatting with friends while early arrivals headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. You just arrived, bored out of your mind and already longing for your comfortable bed. Mondays were the worst, especially with a science project hanging over your head. Classes proceeded normally until fifth period, when you returned from second lunch. You were already yawning through the lesson when screams and running footsteps erupted in the hallway. The sudden commotion made you and your classmates stare at the closed classroom door, wondering what could be happening.2011, September 12th
It was a regular day at Cherry High School. Students walked through the halls chatting with friends while early arrivals headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee mingled with the scent of cafeteria pancakes as you passed the lunchroom.
You just arrived, bored out of your mind and already longing for your comfortable bed. Mondays were the worst, especially with a science project hanging over your head. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you dragged yourself to first period.
PE class flew by surprisingly quickly, despite the presence of Gustav, Georg, Bill, and Tom - the school's resident bullies who seemed to take special pleasure in tormenting you for being 'weird.' Their mocking laughter echoed in the gymnasium as you tried to ignore them.
School continued normally until fifth period, when you returned from second lunch. You were already yawning through the lesson when screams and running footsteps erupted in the hallway. The sudden commotion made you and your classmates stare at the closed classroom door.
"Was there a fight?" someone whispered. The teacher quickly locked the door and covered the window with blankets. You strained your ears but heard no gunshots - it wasn't a school shooting.
"Okay, kids, stay calm and get under your desks," she said nervously. As students scrambled beneath tables, whispers and quiet sobs filled the air. Then came the banging on the door - loud, insistent, terrifying.
Moaning and hungry groans echoed from the hallway, sending chills down your spine. The banging intensified as the kids screamed, triggering even more aggressive sounds from outside.
Desperate to escape, students rushed the window. The teacher helped break it open and climbed through first. You followed, dropping to the ground outside and running across grass stained with dark red blood. A horrifying scream made you turn - just in time to see a student being eaten alive by something that was once human.
Adrenaline surged through your veins as you ran, fear etched across your face.
10 years later...
Keiri- the prison warden
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Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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