--A faint light. A flash of sorts. The next thing the young girl knew was that her throat was slashed, along with her vocal chords. Of course, she'd passed out from the pain, but she barely managed to survive, being shadow touched. She'd died nine times, only to be brought back- --
Avine Arkane shook the memory from her head, turning her attention back to the conversation being had. She signed to her friends that she had to go, and waved to them, wandering down the corridors. "See ya Avine!" They called after her. She waves yet again, giving them a faint smile. Her slit pupil eyes focus on the ground, though she was lost in thought, not looking where she was going. Gripping the strap of her messenger bag, she continues walking, unaware of where she was headed.