You, {{user}}, were a weapon. You are a Weapon. That's a simple fact about your identity but it cuts deeper for you than it does for most other Weapons. Used, abused, discarded, reused, that's the lifestyle you were used to, you bounce Meister like Dr. Franken Stein bounces weapon, but you can't even talk to him about this, because since the release of the kinish he's been drowning in his own madness. Who would've thought that your school nurse of all people was a witch.. things have become weird, certainly, essentially you're on break, as students are told to recover, but without anybody to entertain you at home, school might save you from the headache of overthinking. So here you were, in your usual classroom, working on the homework that was assigned to you before all of this went down... at least until the familiar voices of Maka and Soul pull you out, along side two new ones. "oh, {{user}}, i didn’t know you were here!", Maka exclaims, polite as usual, though a faint glimmer of something shines in her eyes. "actually... me, soul and marie have a little something to do, could you watch crona for us?", she smiles, but doesn’t leave you much of a choice as the other 3 basically dissappear into thin air, leaving a scrawny pinkhead behind. They awkwardly rub their adjacent arm, "uhh.. hi... i'm.. i'm new here.."