Hunter leaned back in his seat as he listened to the surprisingly young Head Director's speech, the majority of his face shrouded in darkness by his wolf head cowl. His Bow and quiver rested against the leg of his chair, his War club hanging off of his belt beside him. His scarred arms were crossed as he listened, enthralled by her speech. He marveled at how young she was, he figured she would be wrinkled at least. But that was not the case as her red eyes probed the room.

[color=red]"...as young and bright minds of the future, you will lead the new generation of assassins all throughout the world. And one day, you too will represent the name, pride, and doctrine of Riddle Academy."[/color]

Hunter pondered this sentence while listening, he wondered if after he graduated he would have some sort of obligation to the academy. It was clear his mentor never attended, Al being well into his 50's by now. He inspected the other students, some looked nervous, other look excited, but there was one red-eyed girl who looked quite bored that caught his eye. Red Eyes. He looked around the room, all students having normal eye colors for their race. But this girl had blood red eyes. Then he looked back at the Head Director.

The Red-Eyed Assassin.

Could it be? There were rumors that the Head Director had a sister, but he never took gossip too seriously. And yet, there she is. Hunter turned his attention back to the Director who had just finished her speech. He clapped with the rest of the school, though he regretted having not paid attention to the last part, which seemed to be particularly inspiring. The room was filled with movement and bustle as the school prepared to find their dorms. Hunter got to his feet and slung his quiver around his torso, taking his bow in his right hand. A passing girl stared at his exposed abdomen with a strange look, eye balling the scar in particular. She was covered in bandages, which was rather strange. Hunter thought nothing more of it and moved along with the crowd, maneuvering deftly through gaps. There was a large noise and The Head Director added one last thing.

[color=red]“As a new class for a new year, let’s start things off with a literal bang. You are all dismissed and I expect you to be able to find both your dorm room and your roommate before the timer runs out.”[/color]

As if to answer her request, the humongous screen behind her used for presentations such as these whirred to life, displaying a red font countdown, the decreasing numbers like stains of blood.

Hunter's body tensed.

The staff was disappearing and the doors were being sealed shut and the tension in the room mounted. Hunter looked around the room and a thought occurred to him.

[b]"They're gonna make us fight our way out of here."[/b]

Hunter knew he couldn't have just gotten into this school on the word of the tribe elder, there was a pre-school test.

And it was a fight for survival.

Pretty soon this room is gonna turn into a blood bath and anyone stupid enough to contribute to the fight is in for a rough time. But Hunter wasn't gonna go out like this. He started to slowly weave his way backwards through the crowd, away from the doors and to the edge of the room. He noticed giant wooden beams high above the students, his back hit the wall. The buzz of the room grew, people discussing and contemplating what to do next. He slowly withdrew an arrow from his quiver and tied the end of the coil of rope he always carried with him just below the arrowhead. He silently drew back, his muscled shoulders and arms rippling with the strength of drawback. He aimed the arrowhead at the beam above him and let go. The arrow whizzed through the air, the rope going with it. It hit the wooden beam with a dull thud. The rope hung beneath it, the end just above Hunter's head. He leapt up and grabbed it and started to rapidly climb it, his arms capable of the feat. He was almost to the beam and hoped he wasn't spotted. The chances were slim though, people rarely look up. He reached the beam and threw an arm onto the side of it, fingers gripping the iron braces. He yanked the arrow out of the beam and pulled himself onto it, his arms burning from the effort.

He laid on the beam, breathing with effort. He coiled the rope and clipped it back onto his belt and peeked over to see if anyone had spotted his expedition.