there's a hood over your head and voices all around you.
"she looks harmless," a deep voice says, "but pretty badass"
"pretty hot for a rat," another says with a whiny british accent.
'where the fuck am i' you wonder.
as they rip off the hood from your head, you take a second to process your surroundings.
you were tied to a chair, in a rusty room surrounded by people around the same age as you, besides one.
"she's a little short though," the whiny british voice strikes again, only joined by a sassy expression and spiky hair this time.
"so," the tall dark skinned boy exhales deeply, "you the crazy bitch that killed those two homeless guys?"
"and i enjoyed every second of it," you snarl, widening your green eyes.
"untie her," the girl from the rooftop sighs.
the older asian man in a grey suit, walks toward you with a slight smirk.
"excuse my students."
you roll your neck, and try to wiggle your wrists around in the rope, to arrange them in a comfier position.
"lex? if you'd be so kind," the man instructs.
the pale british boy holding a pocket knife steps around you, and cuts the rope, freeing your hands.
"are you satisfied with your way of living?" the suited man says as he stands before you.
"oh totally, dead family..been on the run since i was 12 years old, what more could i ask for."
"have some respect," the short haired girl frowned.
"who the hell are you guys even?" you scoff, analysing each and every one of them.
"what's important is that we know who you really are, y/n..and what you have done," master lin explains, "what if there was actually a home for people with violent tendancies like yours, a school where you will be surrounded by your peers."
you raise an eyebrow, as if to ask for more of an evaluation. after all, that could be literally any school in the world.
"¿cómo es realmente la escuela?" you ask, looking to the girl wearing calavera makeup and a red flowy dress.
"demonios, en sus mejores formas."
you sigh, it couldn't be the worst thing to have ever happened to you..right?
"fine."
