Night didn't fall gently over Hell University.
It arrived like a command.
A loud bell rang through the campus, its deep echo vibrating through walls, through ground, through bones, and in that exact moment, everything changed.
The students who once looked human now carried something darker in their expressions, something uncontrolled, something dangerous, and the silence that followed was not peaceful—it was the kind that warned you something terrible was about to happen.
Zein stood near a dim corridor, her senses alert, her breathing controlled, her body prepared for something she couldn't yet see but could already feel approaching.
And then—
It did.
Hands grabbed her.
Forcefully.
Without warning.
Her back slammed against the wall, pain shooting through her body as three figures surrounded her, their intentions clear without needing words, their presence suffocating, overwhelming—but not enough.
"Wrong place, wrong time," one of them muttered.
Zein didn't struggle wildly.
Didn't scream.
Didn't panic.
Because panic was useless.
"What do you want?" she asked calmly.
Her calmness irritated them.
The first punch landed.
Hard.
Her lip split instantly, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth, but her expression didn't break.
Another hit.
Then another.
Her body weakened slightly—but her eyes stayed the same.
Cold.
Steady.
Unbreakable.