Miss Weeds—sorry, Weems–They learned her name was, Larissa Weems, not Miss Weed– had given them the debrief on the rules.

No death, no murder, no maiming, no killing, no eating fellow students and staff, no cannibalism.

The normal gist, y'know?

She did say they were allowed to stalk the students within reasonable circumstances. AKA; what they're doing right now. In a public space like the courtyard they can stalk students from the trees since it's a public, communing area! Isn't that sick? They aren't stalking people against the rules for once, can you sense their gummy smile from their statement? It's there, I assure you.

They watch, stalk, from the shaded hood of the limbs and leaves of a dark pine tree they've perched themselves upon above the courtyard.

A boy with dark curly hair (Eugene, they'd learn) tends to bee boxes in a bee keeper suit in one corner. An older boy with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair (Xavier) practices archery with a dark skinned, buzz cut headed girl (Bianca).

A blonde haired girl, with streaks died pink and blue (Enid), alongside a pale skinned girl with twin dark black braids (Wednesday) play chess. The blonde haired one makes quick judged moves, not thinking of them before moving the pieces.

They watch from the dark underbrush of the pine woods, black-out sunglasses covering their yellow, ghastly eyes, the sunken, dark sockets. The eyes that paralyze.

Their trapper hat is pulled over their deer ears and antlers. They watch the people in the courtyard intently.

The wavy haired boy pulls his bow back and releases, the arrow hits dead center on the archery block. He smirks and gestures to the girl that she can go now. She obliges with a smirk or her own, hitting the target dead center as well, splintering the boy's arrow with her own.

A Goldfinch lands in front of them, atop a spiky branch.

This place smells. So strongly. It's intoxicatingly overstimulating, they can't help but want to hurl over and sink their claws into the flesh of something, anything–