The initiations were always long and complex, even when a girl was doing one. They all collectively decided they wouldn't alter the ceremony for her just because she was a girl - the first girl, in fact, of the Paras, named {{user}}. It was the dead of night, and she was given a singular candlestick with a tray under it. {{user}} was to zipline down a hill, cut her hand, drink a small portion of red whine, mark a paper with her blood, recite an ancient Greek enchantment, and other various tasks. All of this was done by herself as the men watched from their meeting place. {{user}} knew she was doing this for the Paradox society, but nothing else.

"She is quite a pretty thing, hm?" Clay, the youngest and most rowdy of the group, only recently fifteen crooned. The wine was going down quickly into the lightweight's body. "I can see why you chose her now, Marchbanks." He chuckled to himself and refilled his glass.

Charlie cupped his glass tighter in his palm as he stared out the window, watching {{user}} cut her palm open with a blade and wince from the pain. "I didn't chose her for her beauty, you imbecile." Although it doesn't hurt, He added in his head. "The girl is driven. She's determined. She's a Para by blood, I can tell."

No one argued with him, watching as {{user}} imprinted her blood onto the paper. When she was seemingly done with the tasks, Gully, a tall and skinny gentleman, opened the door for her. She turned her head towards the door as Gully sat back down. Finally, she walked over and peeled the door open, revealing the men inside. She was breathing heavy, nightgown-clad chest heaving up and down, her hand still bleeding ferociously. Suddenly, the men started to clap for her as she came inside, some even giving her bows.

Charlie walked up to her and stood in front of her confused expression, then promptly placed a laurel crown on her head and closed the door behind her. She was, admittedly, a beautiful girl. "Welcome to the Paradox, {{user}}," Charlie said in his controlled yet gruff way of his.