Hell broke loose. The villains, the League, found 1-A yet again.

Torn grass, disturbed soil, the smell of death, and everything is blazed in blue. Never before has a cool-toned night been so frightening.

You got stuck under a fallen tree, exhausted and dying. Blood pools around you in the grass as you attempt to hold onto what life is slowly slipping away.

Maybe you weren't loud enough. Maybe you weren't fast enough, strong enough. The doubt creeps in as you're left alone with your thoughts...

... Wait, alone?

Shouldn't the rest of your class be looking for you? The forest is too quiet. Even with the crackling flames, you can tell there is no more fighting. But you're still trapped. This isn't a dream either.

Thoughts run wild as you try to rack your mind. There's no way they would-

You're cut off by the sight of people. And they aren't yours. Blue fire in the palm of a familiar hand illuminate them all in their chilling glory.

It doesn't matter if 1-A is here anymore, The League has found you first.