The Monster at My Feet novel Chapter 41

The supplies Sylvie ordered arrived much faster than she anticipated.

By the time she lugged the heavy boxes back to her dorm, the sky had turned a bruised purple.

The dorms were equipped with fingerprint scanners, but the RA kept a set of mechanical backup keys.

Sylvie opened the door. A single, long strand of hair drifted lazily from the doorframe to the floor.

She stared at the hair for a second before stepping inside.

It seemed no one had broken in today.

After unpacking her supplies, her desk was transformed into a miniature laboratory.

The notebook she always kept either strapped to her body or locked in a safe was finally laid open on the desk.

The corners of the girl's mouth curled up.

It was nice to finally have a somewhat private space.

She dove straight into her work.

When it came to things she found interesting, she was capable of terrifying hyper-focus.

When Sylvie finally rubbed her tired eyes and looked up, a crescent moon was hanging high in the night sky.

She let out a yawn and tore up the scratch paper she had covered in dense equations.

It had been a highly productive session.

Perhaps due to sheer exhaustion, a sudden wave of disorientation washed over her.

Her pitch-black eyes reflected absolutely no light under the glow of the desk lamp.

A sharp, stinging pain on her wrist violently snapped her back to reality.

She hadn't been wearing gloves. A drop of corrosive acid had dripped from a test tube onto her skin, instantly burning a hole through it.

Unbothered, the young girl grabbed a tissue and casually wiped it away.

The burned layer of skin peeled right off, and fresh blood began to ooze.

She wiped it harder. The stinging escalated into a piercing burn, but the bleeding refused to stop.

She stared at the wound, a flare of irritable impatience igniting in her eyes.

She wiped it violently again.

Why wouldn't it stop bleeding?

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