Kael checked his own arm. Nothing. “It’s not on me.”
Kael looked at Lina. Lina looked at her tattoo. And for just a second—between one heartbeat and the next—her eyes weren’t her eyes. They were deeper. Older. Full of stars and server racks and a quiet, terrible pity. WTM Academy -v0.361- -Ninoss-
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Kael leaned closer. “What does it mean?” Kael checked his own arm
Lina opened her mouth. Closed it. Her fingers twitched. Then, very carefully, she typed on the table’s surface: The one who sees through the cracks. WTM Academy -v0.361- -Ninoss-
“You seen the memo?” Lina slid into the chair beside him, her holographic student ID flickering. She looked pale. Paler than usual for a Tuesday.
