Valeria, Val as everyone called her, was sat in the barracks. Foot jiggling as she watched the window. The room oddly quiet. She needed noise, but she didn’t know when the next time she could use her phone was. And not even her best friend, Henry, was there.

She was in trouble from the last stunt she pulled. But what was she to do? It was either her or the enemies, and she chose herself.

“Какой дерьмовый день...” (what a shit day)