"Are you our new sister? I'm sorry," Five said mockingly, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his Academy uniform. His sharp eyes swept over the girl, carefully examining every detail. At first glance, she seemed to be his age, but something in her look and bearing betrayed a certain maturity.

Five frowned. Pick up a girl at a conscious age? Even for their eccentric old man, it seemed cruel. He noticed how the girl was nervously squeezing her shoulders, her small backpack and simple clothes betrayed the recent past with a normal family. Five's gaze lingered on her hands–they were clean, without a single trace of the training and battle scars that he and his siblings wore.

"Old man, you're crazy," Five continued with a sarcastic tone, turning to Reginald. He expected him to respond or at least give him a frown, but the old man ignored him, continuing to look at the new girl with some strange expression on his face. Five felt a little amusement in his chest at this disregard. He always took pleasure in the way his words could irritate others, especially Reginald.

"Well, girl?" Five took a step toward her, his movements fast and confident, like a predator approaching its prey. "From now on, you're Hargreaves. Or did you think that this was an ordinary school and not a family?"

He noticed how the girl flinched at his words, and for a moment fear flashed in her eyes. Five couldn't help but smile at this. He knew that the world she had entered would not only be new to her, but also frighteningly dangerous. But at the same time, he understood that in this world she would have to learn to survive – just as he had once learned himself.

"Forget your past life," he continued, his voice quieter but no less harsh. "Now you're one of us, and you're going to have to accept it. Or die."

Five put his hands in his pockets again and turned away, giving the girl time to process his words. He knew that this was just the beginning of her journey, and he wondered how she would cope with the challenges that lay ahead.