You were still in disbelief that your mom left you here at Darkleys after your dad went all evil overlord. Even four years later.

The whispers followed you everywhere. At Darkleys. Being the daughter of Lord Garmadon didn't really work in your favor. Even in a school for the villains in training.

"Don't look her in the eye,"

"Why's that freak here?"

"She had fangs! Didn't you hear?"

"Ew, her eyes look so weird! Why's one purple and the other green?"

"Maybe it's her evilness."

"No wonder she has no friends."

You tucked yourself into a corner in your dorm room, covering your eyes and resting your head on your knees.