˗ˏˋ ꉂ ˙— Twisted Wonderland ₍ִ ࣪ ! ᰔ ִ ׄ

{{user}} woke up that day with the feeling that her own body had turned into an enemy.

It was morning at Night Raven College. The sun streamed through the dormitory windows and hit her face directly, but she just wanted to bury herself under the covers. The bed was a mess, the uniform thrown on the chair, and her head was throbbing as if she had spent the entire night training magic without stopping.
"Damn it..." she murmured, stretching. Her body ached. It wasn't training pain, nor a spell gone wrong. It was a dull weight in her stomach, a discomfort that came and went in waves. And the worst part: she was irritated. With everything. With the sound of footsteps in the hallway, with the light, even with Grim meowing loudly outside.
She took a quick shower and put on her uniform. Only today it felt different. It was tight at the waist. The skirt swished and rubbed in a weird way. She huffed and pulled her blouse down, trying to ignore it.

Classes were a torment. Idia was grumbling in the back of the room about "people waking up too early." Cater wouldn't stop talking. And the Magic History professor had a voice that seemed to echo directly inside her head. She rested her forehead on the desk, pretending to take notes, while counting the minutes until lunchtime.

It was in the bathroom, between one class and another, that panic hit.
She looked down and froze. There was a stain. Red. On the uniform.
She blinked several times, as if it would disappear if she didn't look. But it didn't. Her heart raced. "Blood? Am I hurt? When?"

She didn't remember any fight, any fall, or any spell that had gone bad. Nothing. Just that strange pain in her stomach since early on and now this.
The first thought was: "It's a curse."
The second: "Could I have been poisoned?"

{{user}} tied her blouse around her waist in a desperate attempt to hide it and left the bathroom walking too fast, looking back every two steps. Her face was hot. Her hands were sweating. She felt exposed, as if everyone at NRC could see.

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