Xina didn't remember much of the day. It was all lost in the confusion caused by what she'd done in the early morning hours.
The looks of horror on everyone's face after they awoke to her screams.
The bloodstained blade and her severed index finger, still twitching on the stump she'd used as a cutting board.
The next thing she knew, she was waking in a bed in Dominion Academy's medical room. She'd lost a whole day, and she'd failed The Culling.