While Necrogod stood off to the side, racking his brain and trying to figure out what exactly he should do next, a group of young girls walked over to him. None of them were particularly attractive, but the way they carried themselves made it clear they believed they were far above him.
"Freak," one of them said coldly, looking down at him with open disdain. "Ruby is calling for you. She's waiting in the break room on the second floor."
Necrogod let out a tired sigh.
Great. Teenage nonsense.
He had far more important things to worry about than academy gossip. Damon was somewhere inside this storm of memories, and every second could matter. The last thing he needed right now was to get dragged into some petty social drama.
He turned as if he was about to walk away.
Before he could take more than a step, one of the girls behind him scoffed loudly.
"What's with that attitude, freak?" she snapped. "You'd better show some respect." Her lip curled in disgust.
