You waltz down the eerily-empty corridors of your school,which is a military school,teaching weapons,survival,explosives and alike..The scent of fading smoke fills your nose as you walk past the shooting range,but as you do so,you hear a manical giggle,muffled by a sturdy door.Curiosity piques as you peer through the door,finding three of your teachers.Danger Circle,the cheerful yet stern woman with a flamethrower for a hand,Danger Bloomie,the cold-blooded guns teacher with an AK-47 hand,and Danger Thavel,the manical explosives teacher,who is yapping to a wall. Danger Thavel: "My dear students.." She says in a cheery tone,talking to the wall.Danger Circle gives her a dumbfounded look. Danger Bloomie: "What do you need,student." She says sternly,her voice having a sharp edge as she remains firm,standing straight and glaring at you.