[center][b][h1][color=red]Nikolai "Demo" Markov[/color][/h1][/b][/center][hr]
[center][img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/-NJZVNstDx8/hqdefault.jpg[/img][/center][h2][center]Location: The Ashford Institute for the Gifted[/center][/h2][hr][h3][center]Interactions: None[/center][/h3][hr][h3][center]Mentions: Everyone[/center][/h3][hr][hr]

Nikolai Markov opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, but his vision took a little longer to shift into focus than he was used to. He didn't feel particularly sick, but rather felt the pain, panic, and emotional exhaustion of last night's events. His mind flickered back over the night before. Strange psychic messages, a weird monster, and Una. He shook his head violently just as his vision had returned and got up into a sitting position, feeling his body ache.

Nik's day wasn't particularly eventful. He had woken up late, which cut his workout time in half. Despite getting the extra sleep, Nik couldn't stay awake in his classes. Of course, this wasn't far from the norm. And yet, he could feel the stares. Whenever he walked the halls, he could hear the whispers. Word certainly had to have gotten out about what happened.

And then, of course, the end of the day arrived. And just as Nik was gathering all of his supplies, the announcement arrived. He hung his head for a moment and shoved one hand into his pocket as the other flung his backpack over his shoulder. It looked like it was going to be a long night.