The clock struck midnight at Trinity General School, and the campus lay shrouded in a heavy silence. Within the dormitory, a single room remained dimly lit, its occupant ensnared in the throes of remorse.

Nyx's dormitory was a chaotic reflection of her turbulent mind. The walls were plastered with photographs of Seia, each image capturing moments of grace and serenity. Beneath these pictures hung various accessories—necklaces, bracelets, and ribbons—that shimmered faintly in the subdued light. The floor was a minefield of discarded clothing, strewn haphazardly as if abandoned in haste. On her desk, a high-end computer setup hummed quietly, screensaver casting an eerie glow across the cluttered surface. A television stood against one wall, adjacent to a shelf brimming with collectibles: limited-edition figurines, ornate trinkets, and memorabilia from school events.

Nyx sat hunched over in her chair, eyes bloodshot and ringed with dark circles—a testament to countless sleepless nights. Her mind replayed the events of the past hours in an unending loop. She had taken a life. The weight of that realization pressed down on her, suffocating and relentless.

'Why, why did I do it?' she whispered to herself, voice cracking under the strain of her guilt.

The voices in her head were merciless:

She killed somebody.

They had a family.

Friends.

She's a monster.

Evil.

Evil.

EVIL—

A soft knock on the door jolted her from her torment. She froze, heart pounding.

"Nyx? It's Koharu. Are you in there?" Shimoe Koharu's voice was gentle, tinged with concern.

Nyx's mind raced. If she confided in Koharu, the consequences would be dire. She couldn't afford to be found out. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself.

"I'm here," she replied, striving to keep her voice steady.

The door creaked open, and Koharu stepped inside, her eyes scanning the disarray before settling on Nyx.

"You've missed classes for days now," Koharu began softly. "Everyone's worried about you. You can't keep isolating yourself like this."

Nyx forced a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm sorry. I've just been... overwhelmed. But I'll be fine. I'll come to class soon."

Koharu studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. But please, don't shut us out. We're here for you."

As Koharu left, Nyx exhaled shakily. She had dodged suspicion for now, but the weight of her secret remained.

Meanwhile, in another part of the school, a different conversation unfolded.

Mika leaned forward, her expression serious. "Have you heard about the recent death?"

Nagisa nodded. "Yes. Such incidents are rare in Kivotos."

Seia remained silent, her gaze distant.

"I think Nyx is behind it," Mika asserted.

Nagisa frowned. "We shouldn't jump to conclusions. Besides, with the Eden Treaty approaching, we can't afford distractions. This matter can be addressed later."

Mika's eyes narrowed. "It has to be Nyx."

Finally, Seia spoke, her voice quiet but firm. "Mika, your animosity towards Nyx stems from jealousy over me. Just because someone shows interest in me doesn't justify such accusations. We are members of the Tea Party of Trinity, not a group of delinquents. We must uphold our elegance and integrity."

Mika looked chastened, and the room fell into a contemplative silence.

Back in the Make-Up Work Club's classroom, Sensei observed the students as they prepared for their activities. The atmosphere was lively, a stark contrast to the darkness that plagued Nyx.

The door opened, and Nyx entered, her demeanor subdued.

"Look who's finally here!" Hanako exclaimed. "Ready for the swimming lesson?"

Hifumi shook her head. "There are no swimming lessons today, Hanako."

Sensei approached Nyx, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Nyx hesitated, the weight of her secret pressing down on her. She had to say it. She had to.

"I..."

But the words caught in her throat. How could she confess? How could she admit that she had taken a life?

The room seemed to close in on her....

"I killed somebody,"

Nyx's confession hung in the air, the weight of her words pressing down on the room. Sensei's eyes widened in shock, and the other members of the Make-Up Work Club fell silent, the usual lively atmosphere replaced by a heavy tension.

"You... killed someone?" Sensei finally managed to ask, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern.

Nyx nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I didn't mean to... It was an accident. But they're dead because of me."

Hifumi stepped forward, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a serious expression. "Nyx, we need to understand what happened. Can you tell us everything?"

Taking a deep breath, Nyx recounted the events that had led to the tragic incident. She spoke of a confrontation that had escalated beyond her control, of emotions running high, and of a momentary lapse that had resulted in irreversible consequences.

As she spoke, the members of the Make-Up Work Club listened intently, their expressions a mix of empathy and concern. Hanako, usually quick with a teasing remark, remained silent, her brow furrowed in thought.

When Nyx finished, Sensei sighed deeply. "This is serious, Nyx. We need to report this to the authorities."

Panic flashed in Nyx's eyes. "No! Please, if they find out, I'll be expelled... or worse."

Hifumi placed a reassuring hand on Nyx's shoulder. "We'll figure this out together. But we can't keep this a secret. The truth will come out eventually."

As the group deliberated on the best course of action, the gravity of the situation settled over them. They were no longer just students dealing with everyday challenges; they were now entangled in a web of consequences that could change their lives forever.

Meanwhile, in another part of Trinity General School, the Tea Party members continued their discussion.

"We need to be cautious," Nagisa advised, her tone measured. "Accusations without evidence can lead to unnecessary conflict, especially with the Eden Treaty on the horizon."

Mika frowned, clearly frustrated. "But if Nyx is responsible, we can't just ignore it."

Seia, who had been silent for most of the conversation, finally spoke up. "Regardless of personal feelings, we must uphold the principles of justice and fairness. If Nyx is involved, the truth will come to light. Until then, we should focus on maintaining peace within our school."

The room fell silent as the weight of Seia's words settled over them. The upcoming Eden Treaty was a significant event, aiming to establish a non-aggression pact between Trinity and Gehenna. Any internal conflict could jeopardize the delicate balance they were striving to achieve.

Back in the Make-Up Work Club's room, Sensei stood up, his expression resolute. "Nyx, I understand your fear, but we have to do what's right. I'll accompany you to the headmaster's office. Together, we'll explain everything."

Tears welled up in Nyx's eyes, but she nodded, recognizing the inevitability of facing the consequences of her actions. As she stood to follow Sensei, the other club members offered her reassuring smiles, silently conveying their support.

As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of Trinity General School, Nyx couldn't help but reflect on the series of events that had led her to this moment. The voices of guilt still whispered in her mind, but now, accompanied by the unwavering support of her friends and Sensei, she felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps, in facing the truth, she could find a path to redemption.

'No. This is not happening, no. NO.'

As Nyx and Sensei traversed the dimly lit corridors of Trinity General School, the oppressive silence was broken only by the soft echo of their footsteps. The weight of her impending confession bore heavily upon Nyx, each step amplifying her dread.

Suddenly, the tormenting voices that had plagued her mind resurfaced with a vengeance.

Annihilation.

Annihilation.

The word reverberated within her, each repetition a hammer striking her psyche. Her breath quickened, and a cold sweat formed on her brow. The walls seemed to close in, the corridor stretching endlessly before her.

Overwhelmed by the resurgence of her inner demons, Nyx's fight-or-flight response took hold. Without warning, she spun on her heel and bolted in the opposite direction, her vision blurred by unshed tears.

"Nyx!" Sensei's voice called out, laced with concern.

But she couldn't stop. The need to escape, to outrun her guilt and the haunting voices, overpowered all reason.

As she sprinted through the labyrinthine hallways, her mind raced. 'I just wanted to be like Seia,' she thought, anguish tearing at her heart. Seia, the epitome of grace and composure, a beacon of what Nyx aspired to be. But now, that aspiration felt like a cruel joke.

Tears streamed down her face as she continued to run, the corridors blurring into a disorienting maze. 'Why does it have to be this way?' she lamented internally. The madness that had consumed her, leading to an irreversible act, now threatened to destroy what little remained of her sanity.

Behind her, Sensei had alerted the Make-Up Work Club members. Azusa, known for her agility, took off in pursuit. "I'll bring her back," she assured the others, determination etched on her face.

Azusa navigated the school's passages with practiced ease, her eyes scanning for any sign of Nyx. She caught glimpses of her fleeing form, but Nyx's desperation lent her an unexpected speed.

"Nyx, stop! Please!" Azusa called out, her voice echoing off the walls.

But Nyx was beyond reach, her world narrowed to the singular goal of escape. The voices, the guilt, the overwhelming desire to be someone she wasn't—it all coalesced into a maelstrom driving her forward.

In her frantic flight, Nyx burst through a set of double doors and found herself in the school's courtyard. The cool night air hit her like a wave, momentarily grounding her. She stumbled to a halt, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

The courtyard was bathed in silvery moonlight, casting long shadows that danced with the gentle sway of the trees. For a brief moment, the serene beauty of the scene pierced through her haze of panic.

But the respite was fleeting. The voices whispered still.

Annihilation.

Annihilation.

Clutching her head, Nyx sank to her knees, a strangled sob escaping her lips. "I didn't mean to... I didn't want this..." she cried softly.

Memories of the incident flooded back—the confrontation, the surge of uncontrollable emotion, the irreversible act. She had wanted to emulate Seia's poise, her ability to handle any situation with calm authority. But in that critical moment, Nyx had failed.

"Why can't I be like her?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why does everything I touch turn to ruin?"

Unbeknownst to Nyx, Azusa had entered the courtyard and observed her friend's breakdown from a distance. Approaching cautiously, she called out gently, "Nyx, it's me, Azusa. You're not alone."

Nyx looked up, her tear-filled eyes locking onto Azusa's. For a moment, she seemed to recognize her friend, but then the voices surged again, drowning out any semblance of rational thought.

Annihilation.

Annihilation.

With a choked cry, Nyx scrambled to her feet and darted towards the dense grove at the edge of the courtyard. Azusa's eyes widened in alarm. "Nyx, wait!"

But Nyx was already disappearing into the shadows, her form swallowed by the darkness.

Azusa hesitated for a split second before sprinting after her. The grove was a tangle of trees and underbrush, the canopy above blocking out much of the moonlight. Navigating the uneven terrain, Azusa strained her ears, listening for any sign of Nyx.

"Nyx, please! Let me help you!" she called out, her voice tinged with desperation.

Deeper into the grove, Nyx stumbled over a root, crashing to the ground. Pain shot through her ankle, but she barely registered it. Curling into herself, she pressed her hands over her ears, as if trying to block out the relentless whispers.

"Make it stop... please, make it stop..." she pleaded to no one in particular.

Azusa's footsteps grew closer, the crunch of leaves underfoot signaling her approach. Nyx remained curled on the ground, her sobs the only sound in the otherwise silent grove. Azusa paused a few feet away, not wanting to startle her friend.

"Nyx," she called softly, "it's Azusa. I'm here with you."

Nyx's body tensed at the sound, but she didn't look up. The voices in her mind continued their relentless chant, drowning out the world around her.

Annihilation.

Annihilation.

Azusa took a cautious step forward. "I know you're hurting. I can't pretend to understand everything you're going through, but I want to help. Please, let me in."

For a moment, there was no response. Then, slowly, Nyx lifted her head, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. "I... I can't make it stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The voices... they won't leave me alone."

Azusa's heart ached at the sight of her friend's anguish. She knelt beside Nyx, maintaining a respectful distance. "Sometimes, our minds can be our own worst enemies," she said gently. "But you don't have to face this alone. We can find a way to quiet those voices together."

Nyx shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "You don't understand. I wanted to be like Seia—strong, composed, admired. But I've failed. I've become a monster."

Azusa reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a comforting hand on Nyx's shoulder. "You're not a monster, Nyx. You're human. We all make mistakes, and sometimes, those mistakes have serious consequences. But that doesn't define who you are."

Nyx looked into Azusa's eyes, searching for any hint of judgment but finding only compassion. "I don't know how to live with this guilt," she admitted.

"Guilt can be overwhelming," Azusa acknowledged. "But it's also a sign that you care deeply about your actions and their impact. It's a part of being human. The important thing is to find a way to move forward, to make amends where you can, and to forgive yourself."

Nyx's gaze dropped to the ground. "I don't know if I can."

"You don't have to figure it all out right now," Azusa assured her. "But taking the first step is important. Maybe we can talk to someone—a counselor or a trusted teacher. They might help you navigate these feelings."

Nyx hesitated, the idea of opening up to someone else daunting. "What if they judge me? What if they can't help?"

"It's natural to feel apprehensive," Azusa said. "But seeking help is a sign of strength, not weakness. And you might be surprised at how understanding people can be. You don't have to carry this burden alone."

Nyx took a shaky breath, considering Azusa's words. "Will you... will you come with me?"

Azusa smiled softly. "Of course. Every step of the way."

With Azusa's support, Nyx slowly rose to her feet, her legs unsteady. The journey ahead was uncertain, and the weight of her actions would not easily dissipate. But with a friend by her side and a glimmer of hope, she took the first tentative steps toward healing.

As they made their way back through the grove, the first light of dawn began to break on the horizon, casting a gentle glow over Trinity General School...

Maybe Nyx had a chance, or she will probably fuck up again. I mean she was quite littearly giving herself up to the authorites. She looked at Azusa..

"Sorry... But I don't want this."

In a flash, Nyx disspeared. As if she did not exist from the begening.

"NYX!" Asuza said, as Sensei and the others finnaly caught up.

"Where is she!?" Sensei says, he was panting from running, he looked like he was not going to do this again..

"She dissapeared, Teleportation Maybe...?" Azusa said, her voice warry, Sensei sighed, Nyx was his student, so he would not stop trying to get her back.