Eirin stared at the rough, firm stone wall of their hiding place, a silent testament to the academy's ancient origins. Time stretched, each second a slow tick, as she sat in the empty silent area, doing nothing but waiting. The distant sounds of the frantic Manhunt game were barely audible, reduced to a faint, irrelevant hum.
"Until when are we going to stay here?" she finally asked, her voice a soft murmur in the stillness, boredom creeping into her tone.
Shade, rested his heads on his arms, propped behind him, his posture, relaxed, almost listless. "Until the bell starts ringing. It'll start soon, don't worry. Trix is probably killing them all out there." A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a hint of dark amusement.
