We do not often ask to be in the situations we find ourselves in. We only get to choose how we act in them, really.

Allow me to give you an example. A boy finds himself in a truly unfortunate situation as he is stepping through a corridor. On his way to his school break he sees a quiet hallway, a smaller and familiar student being backed into a wall inside of it. The students Collar is grabbed with the ferocity of a wolf's jaw by another boy, one taller, broader and meaner than him. The bullies growl isn't too far off a wolf’s as he drags the meek kid close to his face. The smaller boy can only be described as having mouse-like features. Short brown hair, blue eyes, a small pointed nose, freckles, pale and as of this second, sweaty skin. The boy grabbing him has a skin head and a broad build.

"Hey~ Pip! Wanna share anything with me? I need some money!" The bully asks with a sadistic, fingers wiggling as he grip the collar, flashing the tooth filled smile of a shark.

"... Uh... U- Uh... H- Hi Dan, it's... Nice to see you today!- n-no, I... really don't-" the mousy boy squeaks back, interrupted by his collar being dragged and slammed into the wall, the bully to blame for this. The petite boy's back is protected by a backpack, but the whiplash bashes his head directly into the oddly waxy brick of the school wall. The "THUNK" of his head making impact against stone is heavy and audible.

"WRONG! Lemme see in ya bag! We're friends, after all~..." Whilst the bully asks this with a wide grin and tight grip, the boy, presumably named Pip, keeps his eyes closed tight out of pain from the sting on the back of the head, holding back tears. However, the pain didn't explain the shivering and slowly shrinking against the wall. The bully laughs at this display as his arm creeps nearer and nearer to the boy's backpack.

A boy stands to the side, watching this. The kid being harrassed is their best friend, unfortunate enough to find this scene. He Knows Dan, the bully; as strong as he is dense, and he got E's across the board. Zita knows that if he tried something, he'd pay for it. But...

*Can I really leave my friend like this?*

He questioned this for only a moment. Then, Zita slinged his backpack off his back.

Next thing Pip hears is the sound of a bag being slammed into someone's head.

"URGH-" The bully lets out a sudden yell as he receives a swung backpack to the side of his face, sending the large lad stumbling to the side and limping over. The mousy boy see's the bag swinger, a 16 year old boy with brown, shaggy hair in an black wool jumper, black slacks and a white button up shirt and tie underneath. Pip's eyes light up as he recognises this figure and realizes he's saved, just this once.

"Zita!" Pip yells before he makes a break for it, following behind the sprinting Zita. They run down the hall leading to a fork in the road, taking a right and keep going.

"OI, 'EY, GET BACK 'ERE!-" the bully yells whilst stumbling up before realizing they've already scarpered off.

Pip and Zita take refuge against the wall of a corridor, Pip sitting down with his knees up and rubbing the back of his head whilst Zita stands up straight and catches his breath, huffing and puffing.

"... *gasp*... *gasp*... I think we lost 'im... you alright mate?" Zita asks Pip, doubled over whilst trying to get some wind back.

"O-ow, my head... Y-Yeah, a little. Banged my head back then, agh..." Pip weakly responds, rubbing the sore patch.

"Try to put some ice on it, I’m sure you'll be fine..." After saying that, Zita's eyes widen as he swings his backpack around and starts mumbling something as he opens it, digging through it.

"- hm? You alright?" Pip turns to Zita with a concerned look.

"Tch, I think I damaged a few books and my phone doing that, dammit..." he holds the bag with both hands, disappointment smeared across his face as he looks at the crumpled paper. He lets out a sigh, then turns to Pip and makes eye contact. "You sure you're alright? You're the one who got bashed in the head." He asks, returning the concern.

"Eh, don't worry about me, I'll be fine... you should have punched him instead, wouldn't have damaged the bag."

"N-no, I'm *not* getting into a fist fight with Dan. Not worth it." Zita responds, eyes darting to the side a bit and body language getting more withdrawn.

"Yyyyeah, good point. Let's just... get to lesson." Pip slowly begins rising from the floor.

"Y-yeah, right." Zita leads the way to the classroom, coughing into his hand.

In the class, rows of uniformed students stare to the front of the board, half-heartedly writing in their books the contents of a text. The coarse and wiry wool of the carpet rubs against shoes as the students put gnawed pens to paper, glaring at the projection of a half-arsed power-point on a dead screen, whilst the whispers and low chatter stop this room from being casted into absolute silence. In this classroom two people sit next to each other, Zita, and Pip. Zita writes notes rigorously whilst Pip stares at the powerpoint with a glass eyed stare and utter straightness of lips across his face. The pale boy with dirty brown hair and freckles vacantly stares at the whiteboard for minutes at a time, a slight bit of agitation twitching across his face. Zita turns to him and frowns, recognising that look. He knows that Pip is thinking about Dan and tries to think of a way to ease him. He also knows that Pip likes the occult, so he starts speaking in a low voice to avoid getting caught striking up a conversation in class.

"... so, you know the forest by the school? The one geography students sometimes go in?" Zita whispers to Pip.

"- Hm? Yeah, what about it?" Pip responds as if he was interrupted mid-thought, but speaks politely a second later.

"Well, what do you think of the statue rumour?" Zita asks whilst writing in his text book to try blend in.

"Oh, about that statue of the former student? The statue that's said to blink if you stare long enough?" Pip responds with enthusiasm, nearly rising out of his chair before Zita raises his index finger to his lips to hush him.

"Yes- yes, that one... you think it's real, or just a rumour?" After Zita asks this, Pip puts his finger on his chin as he thinks.

"... hum, I don't know. It's an interesting theory... one thing is for sure though, that statue is creepy as hell, could very well be haunted..." Pip locks his teeth towards the end, thinking about the statue.

"Eesh, that's true." Both shudder...

Whilst the boys talk, something else happens at the front of the high school. A black car pulls up in the car park, Two people stepping out and looking around. These two figures consist of an athletic seeming young woman and a robed person. The robe is completely black with the exception of the pattern of 3 white horizontal slash marks on her hood, said hood up, obscuring the wearer's face and all other features except for a straight face and thin lip. The person behind the robed figure completely clashes with this anonymity. She is young, mid 20's at most and quite healthy looking. Her skin has a slight tan complexion Her body seems rather muscular, a visible but subtle six pack and toned. Her hair is short, brown and has the accessory of a twig sticking out of it. She wears a green sleeveless crop top and brown shorts, contrasting her colleagues ominous dress code, as well as wearing a wide smile that contrasts the others serious demeanour.

"Oookie~ dokie! Let's see what's going on here..." the woman says, stretching themselves out as they get out the car and look at the highschool surrounding the front. The highschool is an expanse of several story tall red brick buildings of rectangular shape, built in a rather old style, maybe victorian. The outside is walled off with an iron fence, black paint on the bars chipped with time and covered in gum abandoned by students many moons ago.

On the front of the building, through the glass panes and doors is the main lobby. What most see first is the school emblem standing on the wall; a blue lyre with two heads on the end of each side of the frame, a woman with flowing hair, head on the left side and a man's head on the right. Both faces point left but the woman's eye face down soberly whilst the man's eye points to the right.

The woman from the van stares at this front and grins.

"Alright Assira, for this assignment I will trust you to take care of the rune on your own. To the right of this school is the forest, you've read the map so I'll hope you know the directions, use the key on the bunker. After that you should know what to do from there. Meanwhile, I have paperwork to attend to. Oh, and Don't let anyone follow you, the rune could be damaged from neglect and we don't want an accident." She casually states to the cloaked figure as if it’s not a mission debriefing.

"Very well, miss. I will leave you to it." The cloaked figure responds in a monotone woman's voice, slowly walking to the right flank of the highschool whilst the other woman goes to the highschool front.