"In a world where even the gods have favorites, what hope does a nobody have? Simple. Become the nobody that nobody sees coming."
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone was about to break down my door.
Okay, maybe that was dramatic. But whoever stood on the other side of Room 247 was knocking like they had a personal vendetta against the wood itself. Each hit landed hard and fast. I checked the brass clock on my desk. 7:55 PM.
Right on schedule.
"Time for the show," I muttered, closing my trunk and sliding it under the bed where the shadows swallowed it whole. The less anyone knew about what I kept in there, the longer I stayed alive.
Lyra finished arranging my pathetically small collection of belongings in the wardrobe. She turned to face me, those red eyes catching the lamplight in a way that would've spooked anyone who didn't know her. Her face betrayed nothing. It never did.
"Yes, Master. Shall I accompany you downstairs?"
