The halls of Genova Academy were unusually tense. Students whispered in clusters, their faces drawn with worry. All eyes seemed to follow Kian wherever he went, though the young Pandora strode confidently through the corridors, oblivious to the unease surrounding him.
"What's with everyone today?"
Kian asked, glancing at Lila, who shrugged.
"No idea," she said, looking around at the unusually quiet crowd. "Feels like they've all gone weird. Do we have something on our faces or what?"
Before either could speculate further, a voice broke through the murmurs.
"It's simple," came a sickly sweet tone.
Kenny emerged from the shadows, his wide, unsettling grin plastered across his face. His teeth gleamed unnaturally, and his eyes glinted with a twisted glee.
"They're just worried about you, Kian. Isn't that sweet?"
Kian turned, his confident demeanor unshaken.
"And why would they be worried? I can beat anyone here."