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Mrs. Smith: "You said your name was Thanat?"
Death: That is correct.
A pale girl, and a pretty one at that. She sat to the right of me with a contradicting warm smile. She seemed interested in me for some reason.
Mrs. Smith: "And Werran?"
War: Yes.
A really buff looking jock built with muscles and aggression. He looked like the kind of guy who ran on Red Bull, piss, and anger. He glared at me as he sat in front of me.
Mrs. Smith: "I'm sorry if I pronounce this wrong. Sarvty?"
Famine: "That's me."
He sat to my left, also staring. Skinny and looking malnourished, he stared with soulless eyes.
Mrs. Smith: "And lastly, Khan."
Conquest: You are correct.
He sat behind me, medium weighted. He looked the most intimidating. A tactical looking student.
Death: I'll cut to the chase. We're interested in you because God sent us to down Earth to ensure you would become our leader.
Me: Say what?
Death: You're kind of cute, so I'll be nice. There's someone in this school who will activate the Rainfall Testament, which will trigger a disaster that will kill you. You, who are destined for great things as foretold by our leader. We don't know specifically, so we've been assigned to protect you.
What a pain in my ass. My day just went from 0 to 100 because of these 4. I wished for something interesting to happen in this boring purgatory, but a vague mission assigned by the 4 HORSEMAN? This will be the most exciting and horrifying days of my life, I can already tell.
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