The Academy Full Of Special Abilities
4: A S
y want to involve me in a game? A survival game? God
p?" the old lady asked wh
e, but I chose to bite my tongue. Who in
chools falling under the category of special abilities. Titan Academy has been sending participa
anything to say or react to? What is he thinking? Is
re," I reasoned out. Right. I'd rather be im
idan," the man said. "I will mak
cial. These people are insane. Are they not
o that. That
t of this town and enrolled in the Academy, you can participate. There's no specific length of time you have to study
want me for this. "Are you going to use me as bait? Am I the sacrifici
, don't you?" the woman said. "Did
n tense b
ble to participate in the Cup, so we need someone with
without a word. I was left alone with the two elderly
l ability, especially in a game that can last for weeks or even months. If she can predict what will happen on a spe
malfunction. I didn't catch the specific term she used, but everyone knows that conditions like that, na
ss. She trained with the group. They didn't notice anything unusual about her, except for the spec
the closest. I can sense danger. And that, according to Princip
But they said that as long as we come back to Titan Academy after the game, I'll be free to go ba
his promised face that he'll get me out of here, I suddenly felt guilty. I'm sure Lucas will do everything to get me out of here. But here I am, with my free
and a maid by my side. I don't know where they're taking me. I just know it's not a dunge
asked the butler with th
lished surface of a table. He might as well grab me and start brushing his fingers as if he's really holding dust
" he replied in a flat ton
ere?" I asked again. It's a
that, Miss Sheridan," he answered, as if i
t-shirt, and an old coat with a few tears. So what if my c
he group. Teacher Apollo is wi
ed another chamber of the palace, with more doors than the chamber we came from. It looks like a living ro
ing," she gree
e, and I looked at her. She has shoulder-length hair that's slightly curly, dark brown at the top and light brown at the bottom. Her face is smal
is Miss Sheridan,
e smiled at me. "So can we go? We have a f
if they were giving me over t
ad. I'll take
then excitedly pulled me back
ursed in front of her. How can someone have a room like th
e don't hav
us expensive items. There was a full-length mirror, personal products on a long table, and,
," Miss Aura said, facing a cabinet
bit taller, but this will do," she said, grabbing some innerw
hoes from the section where everything was in black. "I'm not sure if these will fit you,
," she said on the other line before hanging up. Afterward, she faced me. Her
Go ahead and strip down
n on my face. "Oh," she said. "Are you
o it. Who would want to bathe in an open area like this,
your body won't be cleaned well if you don't ha
meone to accompany you when you bathe? You ne
ppen every day," she said,
pants, and even at my shoes, whi
rincipal Bins wants you to look p
right, though. Someone like me from the town would be
dergarments. Miss Aura set up the tub and put something fragrant in the water. It smell
r next to the tub. "Body wash, soap, conditioner." She's so hyper consideri
iness. When I came up, there were two new people in the room, lookin
uniform, Miss Aura," t
and smiled. "Thank you," she said
sn't just one uniform; there were three sets. There was a regular uniform with a pleated navy b
. One went to the direction of my head, and the other
ing my feet. "Your skin looks rough. What soap and lot
trying hard not to pay attention
a trivia. Is this the first time she's seen
't quite reach it. She frowned slightly, and then the door opened on its own, and the
ms in it. "Sorry, it's one of the exceptions
y turn to furrow my
, right. Rules. You do nee
training, or in extraordinary instances. Those extraordinary instances should be registered with the Principal. Every student has the Titan logo on their clothing, even if it's for sleeping or just
y? I can't help but s
rry, you're already registered with the Principal. Y
nd styled it. There were moments when they used scissors to even out my uneven hair. They applied some oily substance to my skin. They trimmed my
the hell i
n, the almost perfectly smooth face. I touched myself to make sur
th my reaction. In their eyes, I seemed overjoyed to the point of disbelief. But no. I'm no
your room. You just need to continue with these processes to stay pr
six-thirty." We left her room. The two att
ough to eat? Do they even know that the cost of their toiletries could feed an entire family for a month? I doubt it. They k