He looked back at the screen. The video was still playing. It now showed the classroom he was currently standing in, filmed from the corner ceiling vent. He saw himself standing there, trapped, while the Professor approached him from behind.
The fluorescent lights of Room 302 hummed with a low-frequency dread that didn't exist during the day. In the back row, Elias rubbed his eyes, his coffee cold and tasting like copper. This was "Human Anatomy & Physiology II," a required credit for his nursing degree, taught every Tuesday from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM.
"Professor," Elias croaked, his chair scraping the floor as he stood. "Where did you get this video?" Night School Anatomy Lesson.mp4
On the screen, Vane reached out a hand. In reality, Elias felt a cold, dry palm settle on his shoulder.
He looked down at his own wrist. His heart skipped. The mark was there. He looked back at the screen
Elias felt a chill. The "subject" on the screen had a distinctive birthmark on their inner wrist—a small, violet crescent moon.
"Tonight," Vane whispered, his voice like dry leaves, "we study the mechanics of the involuntary response." He clicked play. He saw himself standing there, trapped, while the
"Is this a reenactment?" a girl named Sarah asked, her voice trembling.