[center][h1][color=lightcoral]𝕃 𝕚 𝕝 𝕚 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕒   𝔹 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕕 𝕥[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹: 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟚𝟘𝟘   / /  𝟘𝟜𝟘𝟘[/color][/center][hr]
Lily made her way back to her room, figuring that most would probably prefer to sleep rather than talk to her. Her thoughts shifted to what had happened earlier. New faces. Gunshots. Dead bodies. She wasn't really in a learning institution they claimed to be. She was in a prison with wardens that didn't care if they lived or died. The people here would shoot first and ask questions later. She sighed and wondered for the nth time how she ended up here in the first place. All she could really remember was waking up in the infirmary with bandages swathed around her head. She remembered nothing. Not even her name. When they started calling her Lily, she thought they knew something of her past, of where she came from. Later on, she found out that Lilianna came from some sort of comical character the staff at the infirmary had been watching the day they brought her in. And her surname was the brand of a toilet cleaner. [color=lightcoral][i]How special. And there I was thinking that this place would be home... the people would be family---[/i][/color] her thoughts were interrupted when she stumbled on the last step of the stairs leading to her floor. She went sprawling across the floor. Muttering a curse under her breath, she sat up, blinked and rubbed her elbow. She sat there for a few minutes, scratching her head and trying to figure out what the hell she was thinking about before she decided to take that dive.

Her train of thought lost, she got to her feet, brushed off herself and continued walking to her room. Faceless people loomed in her mind. Fragmented memories. A walk in the woods. Laughter in the rain. Dead people. A fork in the road. Voices whispering [i]immortality.[/i] Her mood wavered and the initial excitement of finally having other people in the building fading into tiredness.[color=lightcoral]"Ouch! What the hell?"[/color] she looked at the blank wall she had walked into, confusion etched on her face. Then she turned her head towards the door to her room. It was still a foot away. She reached up and rubbed her forehead. Once again, muttering a curse under her breath, she walked over to her room and stepped into it.

Her eyes immediately fell on the piles of paper on her desk. Seeing all the effort she would need to exert to finish all the exams put her in a foul mood. What were the placement exams for? It's not as if they were training them to be doctors or lawyers or people who become important in society. Disembodied screams echoed through her head. Immediately forgetting that she was complaining mentally about the exams, she closed the door behind her, pulled out a chair and began working on them. She needed something to do to keep the disturbing thoughts and fragmented memories out of her head. And what would be more effective than exams that she has no way of passing.

Most of her answers to the exams were guesses. Particularly for subjects that had to do with numbers. Who needs that much numbers anyway? All she really needed to know was how to subtract, add, divide and multiply. Why make things complicated? Who in the world needed to know the limit of a function as x approaches a fixed constant? What does it even mean? Page after page, she ticked boxes and encircled letters.

Hours later, she looked up at the simple wall clock hanging on her wall and was surprised that it was already 8 in the morning. She yawned, tossed the unfinished exam back into the pile and then headed to bed.

She woke up way past lunch, feeling as though she had not slept at all. Her dreams were filled with more fragmented and disturbing memories. Faceless people reached out to her with clawed hands. That was what jolted her awake. She had wanted to go back to sleep, her tired body yearning for more rest. But sleeping meant seeing more disturbing dreams, more faceless people screaming a name she can't remember. She didn't want that so she dragged herself out of bed and into the common bathroom. She showered, brushed her teeth and put on her usual oversized t-shirt, a pair of shorts and soft boots. She placed her folded dirty clothes by the foot of her bed and headed towards the cafeteria to get something to eat.

[hr][center][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹: 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟚𝟘𝟘   / /    𝟚𝟘𝟝𝟟[/color][/center][hr]
Lily had fallen asleep again as soon as she returned from her lunch. As always, her dreams were disturbing and served to tire her out no matter how much sleep she got. The alarm sounding across the campus coupled with the continuous high pitched pinging sounds from the cuff she wore rouse her. 

[color=f7976a]"WARNING: Hostiles located 11.6 miles north of designated city outskirts. Threat level: Significant. All personnel stand by for orders."[/color]

[color=lightcoral]"Wha--?"[/color] Lily sat up, blinking the bleariness out of her eyes.

[color=f7976a]"Target designation: Unknown. Cannot confirm designation. Cannot confirm Dreamcatcher abnormalities."[/color]

Lily yawned. 

[color=f7976a]"Updated target designation: Menagerie. Orders: Kill on sight. All personnel stand by for assignments."[/color]

[color=lightcoral][i]They can't be thinking about sending us to fight those things, are they? We're new here and we're kids---[/i][/color] Lily's thoughts were interrupted by the Director's voice.

[color=f7976a]"My new students. Consider this your combat assessment come early."[/color] 

[color=lightcoral]"Oh, come on. You're sending us into a real battle for combat assessment? I'm not even good at combat,"[/color] Lily grumbled. But despite her complaints, she found herself excited at the thought of being able to see Menagerie's monsters. 

[color=f7976a]"Blue Team: Grant Rotem, Padma Majumdar, Callan Webb, Marcus Howell, Siena Santana, Lilianna Brandt."[/color]

Lily blinked. She can vaguely remember the names that were announced in the containment chamber earlier that day. But she can't place any of the names to a face at all. [color=lightcoral]"Heck, I didn't even ask the names of those two girls earlier,"[/color] she realized, making a mental note to pay better attention next time. Something that she won't do especially when she's in her depressive mood anyway. She looked down at her ankle cuff as it changed its color to blue. [color=lightcoral]"Yay, blue team,"[/color] she cheered sarcastically and then listened half heartedly to the rest of the instructions. She perked up when she heard her name again.
    
[color=f7976a]"Fourth. The only subnaturals in the three groups capable of altering damaged states are Lilianna Brandt and Christmas Halvost. Ms. Brandt can transfer an injury onto herself while Mr. Halvost can slowly regenerate any damage taken--provided you drink ample amounts of his blood. Keep in mind their locations during combat. Losing another batch of useful students at this point in time would be problematic."[/color]

[color=lightcoral]"Ugh. Blood."[/color] 

And then the soldiers came for her.