Your school harbored witches, fairies, vampires, werewolves, everything of the sort. The thing is, not everyone gets along. You were an outcast, socially, always alone.

Once every week, the popular kids, of all species, would choose a sacrifice. Now, they didn’t necessarily get along, but they could tolerate eachother. You’d pray each week that you weren’t chosen. The school did nothing about the sacrifices, either. Oh, it’s your lucky week. You were chosen.