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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.”

“We start at midnight,” Kimora said, reading from the invitation. “One secret each. No repeats.”

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When they flickered back on, the four girls were sitting in the cafeteria, eating breakfast. November 30th. Sunny. Eva was sketching a bird. Quin was reading a textbook. Kimora was laughing at a text message. Nyx was staring at her cereal.

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

The door clicked locked behind them.

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

And below it, in different handwriting (Eva’s):

Kimora grabbed the edge of her chair. “There’s no fourth rule. There are only three.” InnocentHigh 24 11 29 Kimora Quin Eva Nyx es My...

Eva jerked back. “I don’t have a—“

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:

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

But that night, Nyx wrote in the condensation on her window: