peachybitch57
Every corner in Zaun seemed to be hiding something. A shadow, a secret, and people who don't have any business being in those shadows often end up lurking in places they shouldn't. Zaun's detective unit was filled with grimy men who put their hands on criminals a little too roughly on criminals. Who liked to turn their heads at the sweet little old lady, Mrs. Dunningham, with strange green bushes growing in her back lawn.
New people didn't show up often; if they did, they didn't stay longer than a few months, half a year at most. But once in a blue moon, they'll get a shiny new toy to push and bruise, one that bites at the challenge until their jaw breaks, and they end up limping off into the next town.
The new kindergarten teacher seems to be no exception.