We are all oddities. To each their own, yet to each nothing. We are free, yet we are slaves. We are special, But we're not.

Focus boy. We have work to do.

I look down from the hill I stand on, and see the academy that had been here for so long; Haven. Such a name is wasted on it. The wind tickles my face as I fall, striking the ground and feeling nothing. My feet stomp through the woods, and my hands tear appart the dark creatures that smell my intentions.

"So pitiful." I stand now before the building. I stare in awe. I have forgotten its beauty, but no time for that. The crow lands on my shoulder. "Come, friend. Now begins the long days of the soul."

Ah, the aggressions ascend!

Leonardo Lionheart. A name for a brave soul, something he never was. I stand in his office now, brandishing something my predecessor had left for me: Homemade 45. with rapier wasp tips, with a genuine leather holster. Truly a special gun, with special attention.

I thumb back the hammer and walk around. There was something in the air here.

Bad taste in coffee as always.

The door opens, and I fade. He is tired, no doubt worn from his interactions with the dark assembly he has aligned himself with.

He sits on his chair and the barrel presses against the back of his head.

"Hello, Leo." He went stiff. I could smell the fear pouring off of him.

"Wh-what... w-who are you?"

I thumb the hammer back. I lean close to one of his ears.

"I am morphine for a wooden leg. Where are the others?" He thinks I can't see his hands moving.

"I have no clue about what you mean...?" I move slowly, stepping in front of him so he can get a good look at me. A scarred face, a missing eye, rotting lips in the form of a smile. His eyes go wide as he recognizes me. "I-impossible..."

"Where is Watts and the others. I'm growing impatient." He shakes more, already going for his weapon. I pull the trigger, and and blow out a chunk of his right shoulder.

I slam the revolver into his face and cover his mouth.

"Answer my question, you filth." Venom drips from my words. I hold him still as he shakes in pain. I slowly move my hand away, and he speaks in a shaky manner.

"Higanbana... Vacuo... Atlas..." I growl, already deducing where each is, although I could be wrong.

"I'll work my way up the ladder then. But first."

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Very messy."

I got it done. That's all that matters." I look out. The wind is getting colder. "Higanbana... Hazel goes first.

I have a feeling you have something in mind?

"Yes I do, my friend. Yes I do."