Draconian awoke from her slumber, and her eyes fell upon the white dress. Instantly, a surge of anger coursed through her veins.Rising from the bed, she seized the dress and began tearing at it with fervor. The room around her bore witness to her escalating fury as she unleashed her rage upon her surroundings. The lamp was hurled towards the door, shattering the quiet with a loud crash.Draconian's anger ignited further, driving her to push the bed with force and hurl anything within her grasp at the walls and door. Just as she was caught in the throes of her destructive outburst, the door swung open.Standing in the doorway was none other than her father, Vold.As Vold entered the room, Draconian's wrath propelled her towards him. She clenched his throat with her sharp, nail-adorned fingers, pinning him against the wall.Even in his strained voice, Vold managed to say, "Okay, kill me and go live with your mother, Lily... alone."Her grip was released in response to his words. Vold q

When Draconian heard the news, the news of the principal's passing, it felt as though a hundred icy tendrils gripped her, freezing her in place like a statue, rendering her as silent as the stillness of a grave.Although the school was closed today, a few students had to come for their special practices, like cello, piano, and painting. Draconian, too, arrived for her bassoon practice.Whispers and rumors filled the air about Draconian as the students chatted among themselves.Students:"Ever since she joined this school, it's been one tragedy after another. First, Mr. Deck, then the mysterious incidents in the antrum, and now the principal."Draconian listened to their words but remained in her shadowy silence. Her hair, like that of a witch, concealed her face as her breath gently moved her front strands. A heavy, unspoken anger emanated from her, causing everyone to halt their chatter about her, sensing the weight of her silence.The principal held the key to liberating her brother