Mirena was mildly claustrophobic.
She'd come to learn that during her second year in college, after which she'd defeated Alexander in yet another competition and such, his girl fans took it upon themselves to lock her in a dark, storage room.
She'd been there for eight whole hours, cramped, dark and left to dwell on the thoughts work and activities kept her from.
By the seventh hour, the claustrophobic effect kicked in and by the ninth hour, she woke in the campus’s sick bay.
Ada and Logan had found her in the storage room, passed out after she'd hyperventilated.
Ever since then, the fear for small spaces—small dark spaces, to be precises—was something she grew with.
Through secret online therapy, she'd learned to control it, to grow and live with it.
However, no ses
