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Daybreak Academy reeked of undead. Or at least it did to 82 White Chain's supernatural senses. There was Ekkehardt, but she knew about him already, and a few others that seemed to be students that she was unconcerned about for now.
No, this was something else.
White Chain patrolled the campus, at night mostly since she didn't need to sleep, with a long stride that ate up distance surprisingly quickly, poking her nose into every nook and cranny she could find that isn't someone's private space (Teachers are not allowed to enter student dorms without permission or probably cause and this was not that.). She figured that these spirits, these...hollows, she believed they were called, would be doing their best to avoid a being such as her, but bloody minded persistence would pay dividends eventually.
Whether you're up to nefarious deeds or just out for a late night snack, turning a corner and coming face to face with the cold white light of law will be a bit of a shock for anyone. Fortunately she's not looking for you specifically.
Right?
No, this was something else.
White Chain patrolled the campus, at night mostly since she didn't need to sleep, with a long stride that ate up distance surprisingly quickly, poking her nose into every nook and cranny she could find that isn't someone's private space (Teachers are not allowed to enter student dorms without permission or probably cause and this was not that.). She figured that these spirits, these...hollows, she believed they were called, would be doing their best to avoid a being such as her, but bloody minded persistence would pay dividends eventually.
Whether you're up to nefarious deeds or just out for a late night snack, turning a corner and coming face to face with the cold white light of law will be a bit of a shock for anyone. Fortunately she's not looking for you specifically.
Right?