Then she felt a hard hit on her head.
Everything went black.
When Ruby opened her eyes again, her head was pounding. It felt heavy, like something was pressing down on it. For a moment, she didn't even remember where she was.
Then she tried to move.
She couldn't.
Her hands were tied tightly behind a chair, and her legs wouldn't move either. Panic rushed through her as she quickly looked around.
It was a room filled with books and pictures of people, and people.
People from her school that she saw at lunch, most of them were still in their school uniform.
Some of them were doing something else, and some didn't even care that she was there. They all looked around her age… and they were all wearing the same school uniform.
Her heart started beating faster.
What the hell is going on?
One of them stepped forward. He looked dead serious, almost cold.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Ruby blinked at him, confused.
"Ruby Wood Archer. What's going on?"
"Hello Ruby, who sent you?" another person said with a smirk.
"I—I don't understand," Ruby said, her voice shaking. "I just moved here. I don't even know who you are!"
They all exchanged glances, like they didn't believe her.
including Max.
Ruby looked back at them, her voice quieter this time.
"Who are you guys! I think I all saw you in school.."
The room went silent for a moment.
One of them frowned.
"Then why do you have that?"
"Have what?" Ruby asked.
Max stepped in.
"The ring. The one with the flower-shaped mark, the one that looks old."
Max stepped forward and held it up to her face.
"Why do you have this?"
Ruby answered,
"One of my new friends gave it to me."
"Victoria?"
Another person asked—a girl with long brown hair with brown eyes
"Yes…how did you know? "
Said Ruby
Everyone sighed at once.
The boy not in a school uniform said
"I knew it,"
The boy turned around to Max and said.
"We should really make a plan soon."
Max nodded and came beck to Ruby.
"When you wake up, you will not remember any of this."
Said Max
Another loud hit to her head—
Everything went black again.
