The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the academy grounds. The final bell had rung, and students began pouring out of classrooms, their chatter filling the air with excitement and exhaustion.
In the Parking Lot
Alexa strolled through the nearly empty parking lot, the rhythmic click of her heels echoing against the pavement. She reached her sleek black car, fishing her keys out of her coat pocket. But before she could press the unlock button, a prickling sensation crawled up her spine. Her instincts flared.
Without hesitation, a dagger of shimmering energy manifested in her right hand. Her grip was firm, stance solid. She spun on her heel, the blade slicing through the air with practiced precision—aimed for the source of the presence behind her.
