"What's wrong?" Zeke asked as he noted her unease.
The moment he asked, the gaze on her back vanished. Whoever it was, was wary of Zeke. But he was also good enough to hide his presence from Zeke.
"Someone was here," She replied, "But they're gone now. I think they pushed me off the cliff,"
The way Zeke spun around and took off running startled her.
"Zeke!" She yelled, running after him.
He was sniffing the entire places skimming every corner and inch of the place, trying to find anything that would lead to the culprit. And as before, the person left no trace of themselves, and no scent. Almost like they vanished.
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Heather had just returned from rehearsals for that day. She was insanely frustrated after everything that happened today. The school had still forced them to go to class and rehearsals after that brutal game that killed seven people.
"Fuck!" She shrilled in anger as she banged the door of her room closed.
