Emma

Emma rushed through the crowded hallways of Empire High, her thin frame slicing through the throngs of students like a ghost. The weight of her mission pressed heavily on her shoulders—she needed to find Livia and deliver the dreaded Thunder Cola before the deadline passed. Time was not on her side, and each passing second sent a jolt of anxiety coursing through her veins. The sound of her own labored breathing filled her ears, mixing with the cacophony of noise emanating from the school corridors. Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum, drowning out any semblance of rational thought. "E-Excuse me!" Emma called out as she weaved her way through the maze-like hallways, Emma glanced furiously at the clock hanging on the wall. It ticked relentlessly, as if taunting her with its indifference to the impending disaster waiting for Emma should she fail in her task. With each step, Emma felt the weight of everyone's eyes on her—a silent judgment for her perceived weakness. But she ignored them, focusing solely on the task at hand and the imminent consequences of failure.