Can't run from the past....

"Long time no see, dearest."

"M-Miranda…?"

Fuck.

This can't be happening. This can't be fucking happening!

"…Oh, don't bother," she said, watching me struggle against the ropes binding me in place. There was amusement in her voice, a twisted sort of pleasure. "I came prepared."

My movements froze as I caught sight of the syringe in her hand.

"No… Is that—?" I stuttered, praying fervently that it wasn't what I thought it was.

"Necrotox," she purred, a slow, deliberate smile stretching across her face—one only a lunatic would call normal.

It was a psychotic grin.

I am fucked.

Completely fucked.

"How the hell did you even get that in here?" I asked in disbelief. Smuggling something like Necrotox into the academy was nearly impossible.

But then… Silver was attacked with Necrotox too. Could she be connected to what happened to him?

Krrrrr!