Zenith stood in the hallway just looking at the door with a blank expression.<br/>"Not...an...act? I can't take this anymore!" Zenith said as he(she) clapsed his(her) hands around his(her) scalp.<span style="font-style: italic">Forgotten. Backstabbed. Tormented. Betrayed. Forsaken. Cursed. What is there to live for? What is my purpose? Why must I undergo this suffering? There is nothing left to believe in. I am dead to this world. I have no recollection of my past, no family, no friends, no one but myself. I am once again alone. Why do I exist?</span>The thoughts plagued him(her) in an endless loop.<br/><br/>"Maybe I exist to find out why I exist. From this day till the day I die. The only side I am on is mine."<br/><br/>Zenith stormed off to the girls dorm with new determination. An unquechable flame of rage burned within him. The bloodlust was gone, but it had taken shape into a new form. Zenith's girl form flickered and phased. When Zenith reached the door his female body was gone and his original one returned. But there was something else...a dark aura manifesting itself, growing stronger, feeding off of his hate...It bidded its time when it could take shape and form, but for now it would stay inside Zenith.<br/>Zenith kicked open the door and was surprised to see a lare group of people instead of the three he thought would be the only one;s here. Two individuals he had never seen before. A green looking one and an armadillo looking one.<br/>"What the heck is this! What are all you people doing here!? Oh well it doesn't matter, you'll all meet the same end."