'JUST WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?'
That question echoed in my mind so much it felt redundant at this point. But I just couldn't get it unstuck from my train of thought. Everything happened so fast that I still can't believe it all actually happened. I was already prepared for the test, had already calculated how it would proceed, and given Sam's attitude, I had predicted he would try to use me as cannon fodder at some point during the examination. But all of a sudden, the most unexpected situation took place—some lunatic whom I'd already had a bad feeling about hijacked me into a hidden corner and began complaining for me to stop what I was doing to her.
I remember it clearly. Her wild eyes, the way she'd grabbed my arm with surprising strength, and the desperation in her voice that didn't match her composed exterior from earlier. What had she even meant by what I was doing to her?
