Chapter 8. Uncategorized

The person's firm hold on my neck nearly caused me to suffocate. Although I attempted to loosen my grip, my body's pressure simply worsened matters.

"Quit it, Mira! There's nothing wrong with you, according to him!" Myra let out a scream, and by that time, she had grabbed my leg to keep me from dangling.

"What are you doing, Mira? I know that you're simply trying to make a scandal out of me so you can get rid of me as student council regent. Stop what you’re trying to kill her!" Isabel, who had noticed that her palm was beginning to turn black, attempted to stop Mira. Her iris color was changing to a brilliant white.

In a close call, I nearly passed out. For an instant, I felt my hands move on their own to my suffocating tendon. I could feel the electricity frying them. Still, with a gleam in her eye, Mira raised the hand that would be her instrument in releasing my neck from whatever power was holding me there.

This is not how I die. This is not how I die... This thought kept running