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She walked to Eva, took her hand, and turned her toward the mirror-camera.

Eva didn’t laugh. She was staring at the mirror. “That’s not a reflection. That’s a camera.”

, the diplomat, kept everyone’s secrets in a locked journal. Quin , the skeptic, believed the school was hiding something beneath the gymnasium. Eva , the quiet artist, painted only one subject: a girl with no face. Nyx , the night owl, knew the emergency exit codes for every building because she’d memorized them during sleepless walks.

Quin stood up. “The basement? Under the gym?” InnocentHigh 24 11 29 Kimora Quin Eva Nyx es My...

Nyx touched the glass. Cold. No bezel. “One-way. Someone’s watching.”

“There are always four,” Nyx whispered. “The fourth is: You never left. ”

The mirror cracked. Not from force—from pressure. Behind it, a microphone and a red light. A voice, smooth and headmistress-like, echoed through a hidden speaker: She walked to Eva, took her hand, and

Silence.

The room temperature dropped.

Quin went second. “I set the fire in the old chemistry lab last spring. Not an accident. I wanted to see if anyone would die. No one did. I was disappointed.” “That’s not a reflection

On November 29th—11/29 on every schedule—the school held the , where juniors had to confess one secret to a peer. It was meant to build character. It built graves instead.

They were assigned to Room 29—Building 24, Floor 11—for the Rite. A circular room with no windows, one mirror, and four chairs.