Elena Torres (POV)

I sat on my bed as the pieces of yesterday's event flooded my memory. The darkness in the studio room infiltrates my mind, it all makes sense now. The strange man that pumped into me was wearing a black face mask so I couldn't picture what his face could be.

It happened too fast before I could realize that he was taking me to a secluded place at the back of the academy. How I managed to get there myself with my twisted ankle I couldn't say. Or maybe it was because he kept ...