“You are Ayame, right?” A girl with black eyes asked as I was about to knock at the door to Mrs. Dawson’s cabin.
“Yes?” My eyebrows furrowed as my gaze raked over her from top to bottom. She was dressed decently but something about her demeanor seemed off. “You are?”
“Umm… I am a student; second year Hematology.” The corners of her lips tugged as if she were forcing herself to smile. “Mrs. Dawson has asked all the interns to gather in Lab number 25.”
That didn’t seem right. Mrs. Dawson never said anything about meeting in a lab. The lines on my forehead deepened. I had been involved in too many incidents to trust a stranger easily.
Massaging the back of my neck, I asked, “Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“How do you know?”
“I am an intern too…”
“But… Ma’am didn’t tell me anything
