Morgana hurried out of the apartment and down to the street. She broke into a run, her heart pounding from more than just exertion. As she reached the school gates, she slowed to a walk, trying to catch her breath and compose herself.
The morning sun broke through the curtains, casting soft light across Morgana's desk. Her laptop was open, slides neatly arranged, and notes aligned in perfect order. Her title gleamed at the top of her presentation:
"The Reanimation Threshold: Neural Decay and the Limits of Biological Revival."
It was a subject she had spent months perfecting, a study that bridged her scientific curiosity with the world she had grown up fearing— the world of the dead.
