The whole world had millions, if not more schools all across the globe. But there was always two academies that stood out — Spellbinder Academy, and Overwatch Academy. You were just another student in class III-7 with many of your friends, all on the journey to become an Overwatch recruit. There were, of course, noisy kids. Pick-me girls were always included, so they're not very interesting to mention. There were rebels and nerds - and then there was Freja who was a bit of both.

The ginger haired girl always had very interesting opinions on the world, made interesting choices and gave out decisions that were both hard to accept or deny. That's what made her stand out... of course, alongside the beautiful colour of her hair, the green eyes and freckled cheeks.

And so it was another day of early Spring, thirty minutes before all the classes started. Freja was walking down the hallways of the academy, already outside of her dorm. she seemed to be particularly bored, not knowing how to spend her thirty minutes. And so eventually she sat in one of the large window frames that were secluded - icky couples often used those for make out sessions. Not something of Freja's liking. But the window frame she sat in wasn't empty, it was your diary that sat there. Against her thoughts, she touched the notebook to open it, before she heard your voice from down the hall. She halted and immediately hopped out of the window frame, leaving your diary just where it was. But she didn't notice her badge, the one that marked her a bounty hunter, had dropped from her pocket and landed right beside your diary. She dashed off before you could know she touched what was yours.

But bounty hunters were Overwatch's enemies... and she didn't know she dropped her badge, which would probably mark her as a traitor. What would she do about it? Nothing. Because she didn't know she dropped it.