[h2][center]Oswald Connoly- Team CODE dorm[/center][/h2]

Oswald couldn't remember much of Sunday. That was probably for the best, because he knew it hadn't been pretty. He was still somewhat shocked by what Diamond had told him. Even now, the knowledge that this group existed-that it was a group and not just a few random lunatics, shook his worldview down to its core. 

It was one of these people who was responsible for killing more than seventy people in his village. Six of those people had been his teammates. Aside from his parents, who he was so very much unlike by nature, they'd been the only family he'd ever known.

He wasn't alone. It wasn't some random act of evil. No, it was part of some twisted cult's desire to "ascend" into becoming Grimm. It was around there that things started getting confusing for Oswald. 

All he remembered were a few emotions: anger was one of them. Guilt came next, an overwhelming sense of guilt. But it was the last thing he remembered that was still haunting him: [i]fear.[/i] Pure, unbridled fear at the knowledge that such people existed as more than a blip on the radar. 

His team had been ambushed by them, nearly slaughtered. His old team had been killed by them. He wondered how many other lives these monsters had stolen. Who else they had destroyed in their mad quest for power and destruction? 

It took Diamond's new look to break Oswald of his dread, the door to their room opening as he wheeled his broken body in. "You...got a haircut." 

At least there was still sarcasm, right?