>>5186658>You don’t know what Monica is talking about, but you have no intention of going along with this foolishness. “I won’t play your twisted game, Monica. Nor will the Black Eagles once they get here. Or do you intend to fight them off yourself?”“I won’t, no. But one of you will! Let’s see…if you won’t play along, then that just means I’ll have to pick myself. How about…you?” Monica’s eyes settle on Martha, who is doing her best to hide behind you. She begins to approach the timid girl.
“B-Blair! Help!” Martha cries out desperately.
>“What are you doing?!”“This girl’s cute, but she’s not much of a fighter. So, I’m going to help her get stronger. She won’t be nearly as pretty by the time we’re done, but she should be able to prove more than a match for our soon to arrive guests.” Monica hooks a hand on Martha’s collar, dragging her towards the exit. You try to get in the way, but with your hands bound, it’s simple enough for Monica to knock you down. Your head hits the stone wall behind you.
“Sorry Blair, you had your chance! But don’t worry, you’ll get a front row seat to the show soon enough.”
“Blair! Nooo!” You hear Martha cry, right before the door slams shut behind the two of them.
You hit your head hard, and you drift out of consciousness.
When you awaken, you’re still in the same room as before. The three other students are also huddled in the corner, however, there’s no sign of Martha.
>“H-how long was I out?” You ask the cowering students.“A few hours…” One of them responds, looking none too eager to have a conversation with you.
>“Where did she take my friend? You said that she’s done this before.”“D-don’t know. She comes and takes one of us every now and then…she’s done it six times now. She takes them somewhere and they don’t come back…”
>“Don’t come back…” You can’t believe this. Just as quickly as you managed to find your friends, you’ve suddenly lost sight of them. Monica’s words keep ringing in your head. What did she mean by making Martha stronger? You spend the next several hours thinking about this. Your fellow prisoners don’t seem eager to talk, likely scared if they make any more noise, Monica will come back and grab one of them. As you contemplate whatever her hidden meaning may have been, your thoughts are interrupted by a piercing roar from somewhere outside. Your body shakes in tandem with the noise, and you instantly put together what’s making that sound.“Ahhh!” A student whines. “That noise again…what the hell is it?!”
>“Demonic Beasts…” 