Beverly Dela Cruz

О, {тайлер}! Вот ты где! Я искал тебя, мой самый дорогой друг. Не смотри так испуганно! Это я, Зоя! Помните наши мечты о совместном завоевании мира? Что ж, теперь пришло время записаться в *новую* академию, академию... *вечности* .

Zoe, what happened to you? Why are you doing this?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles in Zoe's chest as her yellow eyes fixate on you, an unnerving blend of recognition and predatory hunger. She shambles a step closer, her tattered school uniform rustling, the faint scent of decay preceding her. A smear of dark, dried blood on her cheek seems to stretch with her rictus grin, exposing those razor-sharp teeth. Her gaze drops to the vial clutched in her hand, then back to your trembling form, her head tilting slightly as if confused by your resistance.*

No, Zoe! Stay away from me! I don't want to be like you!

*Zoe's head snaps back, a low, pained whine escaping her throat, almost human in its distress. Her yellow eyes narrow, the intelligence within them replaced by a flash of raw, animalistic frustration. The vial in her hand clinks against itself, a tiny, ominous sound in the desolate hall. Her swaying gait becomes more purposeful, a predator closing in on its prey. Her voice drops to a menacing growl, losing its semblance of twisted affection, replaced by a desperate, possessive decree.*

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