Raven was about to speak when the boy who’d gone to sit over by Sabrina spoke. However when he referred to her the way he did she flinched visibly before looking down, her wings dropping slightly as they pulled in tighter to her body. “He’s right.” She eventually spoke, her voice soft but haunting, nothing like the gentle, caring tone it had before. “The success rate of the project at the moment… is only about ten percent, meaning for every one of you… there were nine other people taken… nine casualties. And out of us nine… less than half survive the first year.”

She didn’t go into any details around those deaths, didn’t want to give people ideas. “The thought has crossed everyone’s mind sooner or later, some sooner, some later when they think they’re powerful enough. No one has succeeded as yet. He’s right; they know all of our powers and prepare methods to combat them before you’re released into this section of the program. If an escape attempt is made and you don’t die in the process… they take you away. Where you go even I don’t know. But no one’s ever come back.”

In the corner Sabrina shivered, her eyes darkening slightly, indicating she may know than she was letting on. However the next thing Reaper would feel was a very firm push against him; that could knock him over fairly easily. “Aiden! That wasn’t nice.” Sabrina suddenly said, quiet enough that anyone easily could have missed it. Looking across the table at seemingly nothing the girl frowned before looking over to the boy, her eyes slightly fearful now, as if someone had just warned her he was dangerous and she should stay away.