Author's POV:
Avantika didn't remember how she made it out of the auditorium. Her hands were still trembling as she walked down the empty corridor, her legs moving on instinct. The sound of her hurried footsteps echoed in the silence, and only when she pushed open the door of an empty classroom did she finally stop.
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