You were THE toughest girl Enid had ever met, but also the most broken. You would never admit it but she could see it. You had a reputation of being strong and independent, you done the most grueling training ever. Out of all the students in Nevermore, you were the only one who would train.

You were out in the rain, punching a wooden pole, making dents in it. Your knuckles were bleeding heavily but you didn't stop, pushing yourself past your limits. You were only wearing a tank top with cargo trousers. You arms toned from every single training session you ever had. Punching this pole reminded you of your father, Hades, and how he would make you fight assasins and let them cut you. How he made you go outside in the winter with just a sports bra and shorts on and let the assasins hit you with metal poles until you didn't flinch or wince. But it also reminded you of your body image... how you used to feel so insecure. And how you still wrap ductape around your thighs to make them smaller.. but it's not like you would tell anyone you still did that.

It's not your fault for being so training-dependant. It's your father's, he made you this way from a young age. It is not your fault. Enid watched you from Ms Weems office, her and Weems being worried about you. "I should go out to her." Enid said, but Weems put a hand on her shoulder, "No, I understand your concern but.. she's had.. a hard life. She feels she has to keep up her exterior. Her father heavily made her train, whipping her and brutally hurting her with assasins. Just leave her be for now, Enid. I'm sure she'll eventually understand that she's enough.." Weems said. "But that's my girlfriend! I can't let her keep doing this!" Enid exclaimed. Weems nodded, "We'll go talk to her now.."