Lilith pushed the door open without hesitation, and the girl, who was now just a husk with her soul ripped from her, stumbled back into the room with vacant eyes.
She moved without purpose, like a robot with corrupt files, bumping into the far wall and standing there, motionless.
Ren stepped in after her, shutting the door quietly behind them.
The moment it clicked shut, a voice rose from one of the two beds.
"What the hell is going on?"
The other aspirant, a boy around their age, wearing wrinkled sleepwear, had sat up from his mattress, rubbing his eyes. When he caught sight of Ren and Lilith, and his partner's slack, blank expression, his confusion turned to horror.
"What did you—?"
He didn't finish the sentence.
Lilith was already in front of him.
