[Third Person View.]
Gasping for air, shaking from head to toe, the boy lay on the floor. His plain porcelain mask covered half of his face, while his red hair was disheveled and his appearance unkempt.
"It hurts," he murmured, clutching his stomach and staring at the ceiling as if lost in thought.
His hand delved into his pocket, retrieving a square amulet which he held tightly, closing his eyes in the process.
It was a convergence amulet.
"Why does this keep happening?" he pondered aloud.
Knock*
There was a knock on the door, signaling someone outside.
Aron glanced to his side, finding a maid, who until yesterday worked in his dorm, lying beside him. Her eyes were wide open, with violent marks of scratches and blood marring her face.
Her cries haunted him, echoing in his mind as she begged.
He turned, attempting to rise and support himself, but groaned at the sight of blood.