[b][color=6ecff6]Junko Adevelt[/color][/b][@Vongola_Hasayo]

So many people, so many strange things. 

Junko with her gasmask and her red raincoat seemed relatively normal compared to some of those people. But still, what was she really here for? Her parents had sent her here to help her, as they say, but this... still seemed like a place she did not belong in. It seemed more a place for people who won the superpower lottery and was gifted amazing powers.

Hers was... hers was just fog. Dense useless fog. Uncontrollable, unrelenting, undeniable fog.

She had been with the fog for so long, that she too had figuratively become fog. Wandering without reason from place to place, without rhyme or reason. There was a small glimmer of hope, hope that this... academy will somehow teach her to finally control her powers, so she could finally be rid of the fog and live normally like any other girls her age.

[color=cadetblue]"That seems like a rather inconvenient, albeit useful ability."[/color]

She shifted her hood a bit, trying to get a good look through the gas mask's  thick glass. Ability? More like a curse to her, but all she uttered in reply was but a single word.

[color=6ecff6]"Yes."[/color]

Junko stopped moving, the crowd moving around her as she looked directly at the long haired boy. 

[color=6ecff6]"What do you want?"[/color]