Elior’s POVSleep never came that night.The dorm was quiet, but my mind was chaos. I sat on the floor beside my desk, surrounded by open vials and half-empty bottles, the faint scent of chemicals mixing with the sharp, metallic tang of fear. My fingers shook as I measured drops into a flask, praying the ratio was right this time. One mistake and the suppressant could backfire — too strong, and it would shut my system down; and too weak, my scent would leak.The clock ticked past midnight and it just occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten. My reflection in the glass window looked ghostly pale, the dark circles under my eyes almost bruised. I tried to ignore the dull ache behind my temples and the trembling in my hands.“This has to hold,” I muttered under my breath, tightening the strap around my arm as I prepared the injection. “Just one more day.”I thought of my sister- her smile and her small hands clutching mine the day I left. “Stay safe, Elior,” she’d whispered. “Don’t let anyone f
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