The dying embers of the fire in the cave cast long, flickering shadows, mirroring the uncertain, shifting thoughts of the fugitives huddled around its meager warmth. Arthur Ainsworth had laid bare his

While Arthur Ainsworth was consumed with the grim, unending task of tracking Nana Hiiragi’s deadly progress and grappling with his own mounting failures and compromised morality, other, more subtle currents

The next few days following Nana Hiiragi’s election as class representative were a torment of heightened, anxious vigilance for Arthur. He knew, with the chilling certainty of his fragmented foreknowledge,

Of course the hate for her is well deserved. First off, blaming "brainwashing" lets her off the hook far too easily. Patty Hearst tried the same trick in the 1970's and it didn't exactly work