SERAPHINA
Dante’s words clung to me like a shadow long after he disappeared down the corridor, echoing through my mind even as I changed in the bathroom stall.
“Disaster always follows those who think they can outrun destiny.”
My footsteps echoed too loudly in the empty dormitory hallway, the overhead lights flickering like even they were uncertain. But it wasn’t just what Dante said, it was how he said it. It hadn’t felt like a warning.
It felt like a countdown had begun.
As if I’d already triggered something I couldn’t undo.
What was it?
I inhaled slowly, trying to shake the weight of his gaze—the steel certainty in his voice. But it lingered in my chest like smoke. Thick. Suffocating. Toxic.
What had I done?
I survived. I fought back. I protected myself… my future. But in doing
