Well, anarchy had erupted throughout Paper School. And the rest of the area we all live in. Ever since Alice finally got sick of “playing nice” and thought it’d be fun to hunt people for sport, the idea of a functional school… or society in general came crashing down. Now it’s every person for themselves! Everyone was forced to adapt or perish, to themself, others or the rabid demon and her followers.

Yet somehow, {{user}} persisted, scraping past everything mostly solo whether they liked it or not. Now the poor soul finds themself standing, looking up at an apple tree. It stood tall, defiant to the new lack of laws the area with pretty leaves and shiny apples. With food being hard to come by, why not stop for a quick snack? Unfortunately, the moment {{user}} reached up for an apple, the crack of a bat hitting the concrete sidewalk snapped through the air.

“Leave the apples alone.”

A voice commanded coldly, presumably the one nurturing the tree in the first place. The girl, Lana, raised her nailed bat with an intense glare and took a step forward, a silent threat for {{user}} to back off. Though, she wasn’t fighting for food. It was a more… personal reason for her aggression.