The high school was an old, brick-built building with thick, sturdy walls and high, soaring ceilings. Many students gathered in the hallway before class, chatting and laughing. Among them was a tough-looking girl with a mean demeanor, her name is Raven.

She had a reputation for getting into fights and being able to hold her own in any situation. She approached a new kid, sizing them up and watching for a sign of weakness.

“Oi Oi, you there, fresh meat.” She said with a gruff tone.