That Girl...

Ryan's POV:

"Huh?" I muttered, walking back to my dorm.

Wait.

'Nelia…'

'…What?' Her voice crackled, ragged and breathless.

Was she running?

'Something… something feels off. I feel strange,' I admitted, feeling a deep unease.

'PLEASE! JUST… JUST GO BACK TO THE STADIUM! I'LL COME TO YOU!'

Fuck.

"Argh," I groaned, stumbling against the wall of the building beside me. My head spun, a disorienting haze clouding my senses.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I felt lightheaded. No—worse than that. It was as though… as though—

"Haah… Haaa… Haa…" I panted, clutching my chest. My breath came shallow, erratic.

Something was definitely wrong.

'N-Nelia,' I reached out mentally, but there was no response.

Fuck.