Tobia sits at his desk in the old classroom, the memory of Marcus's syringe clinging like a cold touch to his arm. Around him, the other students bend over their work beneath flickering lights.
His shoes strain tightly around his feet. Leather creaks, seams pull apart, and the growing shapes press against the desk's wooden legs when he shifts.
Tobia Stone
I know these faces, but their names are gone.
A chirp rises beneath the floor from the tracker on his right ankle. It repeats the same measured pattern as the dull knock that came from behind the bookcase.
The Other Students
Did you hear that? Is that coming from under us?
The classroom door clicks shut by itself. Its latch settles with deliberate finality, while the students turn toward it and then toward Tobia's trembling desk.
The Other Students
Tobia, your shoes. They are splitting.
✓ Quest Accepted
Escape the classroom
Tobia loses more memories and cannot speak or walk like a human boy.