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Methis’s POV

The morning sun painted a soft glow across the walls of my apartment, a gentle reminder of a new day that, for some reason, felt heavy with the weight of recent events. As I rose from my bed, the sense of normalcy I sought eluded me, replaced by a nagging unease that lingered beneath the surface of my consciousness. Today marked a departure from the usual routine of work, offering the semblance of a regular school day, though the shadows of the extraordinary still clung to the edges of my thoughts.

I made my way through the familiar streets to school, the city around me bustling with activity that now felt distant and detached. The vibrant chatter of students, once a comforting symphony, now seemed like an echo of a time when my life wasn't overshadowed by the complexities of my new reality.

Entering the classroom, I attempted to engage Sophia, my best friend, in conversation, seeking a connection that could bridge the growing gap between us.

“Hi, Sophia,” I greeted.