Let's go back in time, a bit earlier in the day before the main games began... no, even earlier, before the Demon Lord of Knowledge, Paimon, arrived.
Her hands trembled, her expression somewhat pale as she paced the room, sweat beading across her delicate face.
"Deep breath, deep breath... it's okay, it's not as bad as I think it is..." Luna muttered shakily.
She wasn't the only one in the room. In the far corner sat a pink-haired girl, her expression distant. Occasionally, a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she muttered to herself.
"I knew it... I knew it... I wouldn't live long enough to get my revenge. Of course my crazy teacher is going to piss off someone and get us all killed."
Her eyes flickered as she glanced at Luna, who still had the strength to pace around.
'How have her legs not given out yet?' Iris would have stood up if her own legs hadn't already gone numb from fear.
Luna's sweat touched the polished floor of the luxurious room.
