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Night time had fallen over the campus and the classes had started, the stars had come out, and the cold winter breeze of the incoming winter was swiftly flowing everywhere, October was coming to an end, the end of the month brought along the coldness, it had also brought about an ominous feeling in the wind, a sense of danger and darkness, a strange presence of evil.

A feared entity waiting to be restored, and it's disciples making their moves, and the head of serpent stalking and watching the immortal monster as he does whatever he can to protect what is his. Malevolent in nature, and evil desires and intentions pushing her to do whatever is necessary to please her God, willing to go to any extent just to make her Lord satisfied with her. That is who the mistress really was. An embodiment of evil.

Irene was still lying in Taehyung's bed recovering from the traumatic experience of the night before. Although she was willing to exert herself and go to her class but was forced to stay and rest by Kim Taehyung. Speaking of whom had disappeared after talking with Irene. A little hesitant to stay in his room at first, eventually Irene agreed to his demands and cozily wrapped herself in a warm blanket in Taehyung's room. Who had told her, that she must not leave his room until he gets back.

As she layed their in his bed, she could smell his scent all around her, enveloping her body, surprisingly a cold creature like him had a very warm essence, maybe not for anyone else but for Irene, it was unusual and strange. A strange aroma flying in the air, that made her stay warm and protected. Her eyes roamed around his room, and his room was just like him. Dark and empty.

Dark colors surrounding the room, with small shades of red in the corners, drawn curtains of golden color, besides these his room didn't have anything. Just one Queen sized bed and 2 dim lights, it truly did look like it belonged to a darkness loving creature. She was curious as to why he didn't have a roommate, because she knew that every room is for two students so why was Taehyung given a separate roo. Questions, questions and more questions, looming inside her head, and all of them unanswered. He may have been her mate but she did not know a single thing about him except what he told her. As time slowly passed by, the silence in the air acted as a sort of lullaby to Irene's ears, as the feeling of sleep overcomes her. She closes her eyes and dives deeper into his soft bed and enters her temporary slumber.

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Many floors and rooms away from where Irene rested. Her assailant sat calmly in the purple section cafeteria with his posse, boisterously laughing and eating and doing what he did best, making life miserable for others. Kim Namjoon, the head boy was sitting in a special reserved table that was only for him and his closest friends. Unaware of the predator that had set it's sight on him after his actions from last night. As he joked and laughed, his eyes wandered around the cafeteria and he was starting to wonder where his most closest friend, Jackson Wang, had disappeared to.

He had not seen him since last night, or even heard anything from him. In the back of his head, Namjoon knew that it definitely was because of what he saw happen between Him and Irene. To him it was all way too interesting and a game, because he knew that Jackson had some feelings for the girl. And he could feel his excitement level rising as he just thought about how Jackson would react when he tells him what he and Zico did to her in the party.

"Yo Z, you seen Wang around here" Namjoon says as he turns to Zico while smoking a dart inside the cafeteria, not caring if anyone is watching or not, because he knew that nobody could do anything to him anyway.

"Jackson? Nah man, he's been mia since last night, I went by his room earlier, wasn't in there as well, I asked Jb if he came to his room and he also said that he didn't come back from the party" Zico says as he pulls out another chair and puts his feet on the chair casually.

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