It was just months ago did the Perdido Beach Anomaly, more commonly known as the FAYZ, went down. And boy, could you not have been more grateful. You were among the remain few that had survived that nightmare, and had wished to forget about it, erasing its existence from history, hoping, praying that something like that would never happen again. Here’s to hoping, I guess.

After going through phycological care and medial care, you still needed time to recover. That place would leave a mental scar, staining your skin and brain for the rest of your life. Fast forward 6 months later, you had recovered. Well, as much as you were going to, anyway. Today was your first day back at school, and you were looking forward to it. How long had it been since you had gone to a regular school?

You arrive at the gates, some children shooting you weird glances. Some curious, some sympathetic, some afraid, and some disgusted. Ignoring them, you head inside and go up to your first period. You’re running late. I guess old habits never cease.