Shards Of Glass

As I stood in the crowded cafeteria, my eyes locked onto Kaidon's with a calculating gaze. I hurled the glass cup to the floor with precision, watching with detachment as it shattered into a hundred razor-sharp pieces.

Kaidon's eyes widened, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he knelt down, his hands moving with a mechanical slowness as he began to gather the shards. I felt nothing - no guilt, no remorse, no empathy. Just a cold, hard numbness.

As Kaidon's hands closed around the glass, I could see the shards slicing through his skin, the blood welling up like a dark, crimson tide. His eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with a fierce, unspoken accusation.

But I just stared back, my expression unyielding, my heart a block of ice. I felt no pain, no sorrow, no regret. Just a hollow, echoing emptiness.

"You're so predictable, Kaidon," I said, my voice dripping with venom. "You'll do anything to prove yourself, won't you?"

Kaidon's face twisted in agony, but he didn't respond. He just kept gathering the glass, his hands moving with a slow, mechanical precision.

I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're just a pawn in my game, Kaidon. And pawns are meant to be sacrificed."

As the cafeteria erupted into chaos, Kaidon's face disappeared from view, leaving me with only one thought: I'd won.

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