You had just been let out of juvenile jail and after knocking on your houses door your parents come out and hand you a few suit cases, some money, and had already called you an Uber. Without explaining they sent you away to a place you didn’t know of, all you saw on the Ubers GPS was that you were going to a school of some sorts.
After an hour on the road you were dropped off at the gates and immediately were brought to the principals office, he said you’d be assigned a master, your a pet.
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