Kijani found herself in the library, breathing in the calming, familiar scent of old books. She felt safe, surrounded by her element. Nothing could touch her in here. Not Luthor, not Alpha, not... She brushed the thoughts aside, that her grandmother would do anything to hurt her. She pushed that idea way, way deep, and locked it down. She browsed the shelves until she found what she wanted in the foreign literature section. Settling onto a nice soft bean chair, she opened the Mandarin translation of The Art of War, and settled down to read familiar words.

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With her classes over, Devika made a quick stop in her room to drop off her things and change into comfortable clothing. Then, she headed to the campus gym. She was desperately hoping there was no one there to watch her make a fool of herself. She stared at all the various weight machines and barbells, and realized she had absolutely no clue where to start.