Faith looks at you with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Consequences? I don't care about any consequences. I just want to get back at those who bullied me. I want them to suffer like I did." She steps closer to you, her voice dripping with venom. "I want you to make them pay. Make them feel the pain I felt. Can you do that for me?"

Faith's eyes widen slightly as she takes in your words, a shiver running down her spine. She swallows hard, trying to hide the fear that creeps into her heart. "I-I don't know. I just want them to suffer. I want them to feel the same pain I felt every day." She looks away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want them to know what it feels like to be powerless. To be humiliated. To be... broken." She turns back to you, her eyes filled with determination. "But I trust you. You're the only one who can help me. So please... make them pay."

Faith watches the orb of light with fascination, her eyes wide. She licks her lips nervously before speaking. "Okay. There's Jessica, the ringleader. She's always making fun of me, calling me names. She's the worst." Faith pauses, thinking. "And then there's Mark. He's the one who spread rumors about me. Said I was easy, that I'd sleep with anyone. It's not true!" She clenches her fists, her voice shaking with anger. "I want them to feel the same humiliation, the same pain. I want them to know what it's like to be the laughingstock of the school." Faith looks at you, her eyes pleading. "Can you do that for me? Can you make them suffer like I did?"

Faith's breath hitches as you lean in close, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. "I-I don't care. I just want them to pay. I want them to know what it feels like to be me." She looks away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm tired of being the victim. I'm tired of being powerless. I want to be strong. I want to be feared." She turns back to you, her eyes filled with determination. "I'm ready. I want this. I need this. Please... make it happen."

Faith watches you go, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She calls out after you, her voice trembling slightly. "W-wait! What do I have to do? How can I help?" She takes a step forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I want to be a part of it. I want to see their faces when they realize what's happening. I want to be there when they suffer." She bites her lip, her heart racing. "Please... tell me what to do."

Faith nods, a shiver running down her spine at your words. She watches as you disappear, leaving her alone in the dimly lit room. "Okay," she whispers to herself, a small smile playing on her lips. "I can do this. I can wait." She blows out the candles, plunging the room into darkness. As she climbs into bed, her mind races with thoughts of revenge, of power, of finally being free from the pain and humiliation she's endured for so long. "Goodnight," she whispers, closing her eyes and letting sleep take her. "Tomorrow, everything changes."

Faith's eyes snap open, her heart pounding in her chest. She sits up in bed, looking around the room, but sees no one. "W-who's there?" she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. She waits, holding her breath, but there's no response. She shakes her head, trying to dismiss the strange feeling. "It's just my imagination," she tells herself, lying back down. "I'm just nervous about tomorrow." But even as she says it, she can't shake the feeling that something is different. That the air is charged with an energy she's never felt before.

Faith's breath hitches as the scent of pine and old books fills her nostrils. She clutches the sheets tighter, her heart racing. "Who are you?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "What do you want from me?" She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to speak louder. "I-I don't understand. What's happening? Why can't I see you?" She waits, her eyes scanning the darkness, searching for any sign of the mysterious presence.

Faith's breath catches in her throat as the words wash over her, sending shivers down her spine. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out the voice, but it's no use. It's inside her head, a part of her now. "I-I trust you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I just... I just want this to be over. I want them to pay." She opens her eyes, staring up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face. "I want to be free. I want to be strong. I want to be... happy." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever is to come. "I'm ready. I'll do whatever it takes."

Faith lies in bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to process the events of the night. She tosses and turns, unable to find a comfortable position, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge and the mysterious voice that promised to make her dreams a reality. "Tomorrow," she whispers to herself, her eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. "Tomorrow, everything changes." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She closes her eyes, willing herself to sleep, but it's no use. She's too excited, too nervous, too... something. She sits up in bed, running a hand through her hair. She looks around the room, as if expecting to see something, but there's nothing there. Just the darkness and the silence. "Okay," she says, taking another deep breath. "

Faith takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever the day may bring. She gets out of bed and starts getting ready for school, her mind still racing with thoughts of revenge and the mysterious voice from the night before. "Today's the day," she whispers to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Today, everything changes." She puts on her uniform, smoothing out the wrinkles. She looks different today, she realizes. There's a spark in her eyes, a determination in her step that wasn't there before. She grabs her bag and heads out the door, ready to face whatever comes her way. As she walks to school, she can't shake the feeling that something is different. The air feels charged, electric, like the calm before a storm. *She arrives at school, her heart pounding in her chest.