Chasing Elysian

6. Project Hibiscus

Rosanna's P. O. V:

6:59PM

I glanced at the digital clock hanging on the wall of my room. Hearing a knock on the door. I suspected it had something to do with the 'gift' meant to be delivered at 7PM today.

These few hours I used to organize myself and accept the strange fact my world had flipped. And it was more of survival than living.

Awful, simply state. Understatement of the year. And it took a whole bunch of tissues, stress eating and restless sleep to placate myself. Not even novels or Korean dramas could placate me. My head was in too much disarray to actually focus on reading a novel or watching something.

Regardless, after reading the email sent by GCA, I more or less knew what I needed to do. Comforted that I at least had a general outline of what I needed to do.

However, that was all safely documented in my notebook. Which I'd review during the few days I had before the academy. Compiling knowledge and assimilating anything related to my survival.

Hibiscus Wisps was not some random fantasy romance story- it barely had romance! It was more of, 'kill kill kill, demons, death, war, scheme, haha we all psychopaths'.

And what to do when you're in the center of it all? Ultra University is the setting and that should not be taken lightly.

It's either you're a main character or you're a background character. And background characters usually dwell in dug out houses with erected stones. Or became nutrients for the 'wild' animals, eventually becoming manure. Interesting, isn't it?

Walking down the stairs, I shoved my hands in my pockets, contemplating life for the hundredth time today.

I arrived at the door and opened it.

There I see a small white box placed on the floor.

I looked right and left on the street and concluded it would hurt my brain to figure out where it came from.

So calmly, I took it in with a dead expression.

Shutting the door back with a lock and double checking.

Wouldn't want some random psychopath to barge into my house, now would I?

Brain cell 99 reminding me a door wouldn't pose a dime.

I walked into the kitchen, placing the box atop the dining table, anticipating what lied within.

It was quite light when I took it in, considering it's big size.

But first, I ripped off the sheet which had,

From: GCA
To: 033

Written on it. I guess I should get used to my codename '033' but that's somewhere in the future- if I still exist by then.

I opened the box slowly, traumatizing myself with the dreaded mystery.

And to my surprise, I saw a uniform, shoes, watch and a... Necklace.

You'd think it was for your average day purpose.

But that's nigh impossible.

The uniform was of Ultra University. That I could understand seeing the school crest and name, printed upon the transparent leather which had the uniform in it. And the uniform's color conspired of the colors; purple, silver, and black.

Battle suits, I thought.

I recall that being the standard dress code for the Mages in the University. It was supposedly a high tech runic design suited for the classes in the Institution. Classes that included broken bones, blood and... Possible death.