TW: Mentions of cannibalism in Emery's pov. Please dm if you would like a summary.
Day Amatore, 18
May 12th, 2427
One month prior to the Reapings
District Five
North Dam
18:00
The air of District Five is thick with smog. It clambers into the lungs of every worker on the North Dam - the dam which faces parallel to the dam of Fly High Energy in the distance. The sun dips below the high rises, and the sky begins to turn to an oily black with the smog over it. All around the dam, the sounds of running water and machines turning can still be heard, even in the evening.
Day Amatore attempts to brush the dried, black oil from their hands. Eventually, she gives up and stuffs them in her coat pocket, keeping their head down as they stroll across a pathway in the middle of the dam.
(At first, the idea of stepping anywhere near a dam sent shivers through her heart. But after what happened, after she was made homeless, and Dawning Avenue was scattered across the district, she had to take any job she could get to feed her family and a job at the North Dam was the only thing going at the time.)
(Their mechanic hobbies paid off after all.)
Day rubs their eyes, gazing briefly across the river towards Fly High Energy's Dam. Then a sick feeling runs through their stomach. It's where their home used to be. Their friends. Their parent's cooking. The community garden.
Images of that night in the garden flash before her. Meridian stared into her eyes, and they trusted him with all their heart. It was the last time they ever trusted anyone.
(After the destruction of Dawning Avenue, Day protested for months outside the main headquarters of Fly High Energy. She protested the disgusting actions of Prime and his son Meridian but it all fell on deaf ears.)
She thought that everyone could live in one big happy world. But as long as people like Prime and Meridian are around - that world will never exist.
Day's hand presses their gut in pain. So she hastily diverts her eyes from that evil construction.
After descending multiple flights of stairs to reach the bottom of the North Dam, Day keeps up a steady pace through the dim, foggy streets of Five. The apartment that she and her family have survived in over the last year, is only a few blocks down from where they work.
Their feet take them over the concrete, and their belly rumbles. Tonight will be the second night in a row that they'll go without dinner - her work doesn't pay her until tomorrow. Meanwhile, Meridian will probably be sleeping on a full stomach on his father's private estate - the thought fills her with rage.
No, don't let that snake enter your thoughts. Keep them out, if you don't then they've won - Day thinks to themself.
Just then, her grey apartment block comes into view on the right. The building itself looks just about ready to fall apart - The Capitol or the mayor haven't touched this part of the district in years.
She turns the key in the lock and pushes their way inside the block. As they pass several desperate people lying in the corridor, they resist the urge to reach into their pockets for any money - she has none to give them.
Day keeps their head down, right up until she reaches her apartment on the twelfth floor.
"I'm home!" Day calls. Her voice croaks a little, but she tries to sound as enthusiastic as she can.
"Day!"
Lucky and Ava, Day's younger sisters, come charging through the hall, wrapping their arms around her. Day forces a smile at her siblings, determined to fill their hearts with hope rather than despair.
A strong rasping cough echoes from the kitchen. Day glances up from their siblings and then proceeds into the kitchen to the sight of their father slouched on the chair and pale-faced, and their mother fetching him some cough medicine.
He's been ill for weeks now, but the Amatores don't know exactly what's wrong with him, as they can't afford to take him to a doctor.
Day stares around at their family in the tiny, cramped apartment with tears in their eyes, knowing that a simple mistake - trusting someone, is what caused all their misery.
(Day has banned the word Meridian from her vocabulary but that doesn't change the guilt she feels in her heart when she sees her family.)
Dinner time comes around, well… what would be dinner time. Day has to report to Lucky and Ava that there will be no dinner tonight for the second night in a row, and the guilt eats her up as she stares into their eyes.
"I'm hungry," Lucky murmurs.
Day sighs. "Everyone's hungry now…"
The words just slipped out. They didn't mean to be that blunt. So, they send Lucky a gentle smile before rubbing her hair. "Don't worry, I get paid tomorrow, so there's no way we'll go another night without eating."
Just then there is a knock at the door.
"Knock, Knock, Knock."
Day darts their eyes to the door.
Who could that be? They don't get many visitors anymore.
"Wait here."
Day heads through the hall and then pulls the door open a slither - just enough to fit a cat through. On the other side are two middle-aged men wearing grey suits and ties. One tall and one short; the shorter one chewing casually on some gum.
"I think you may have got the wrong house," Day says immediately.
(She would never have been this blunt and unfriendly in Dawning Avenue. Back in Dawning Avenue, the entire street was family. But this isn't Dawning Avenue, and this isn't the same Day as the one two years ago.)
"I don't think so," the shorter man sneers, glaring at Day.
"We're from the neighbourhood watch," the taller man says in a friendlier voice.
"That's right," the shorter man continues. "We make sure everyone in the neighbourhood feels safe… at a price, of course," he rubs his thumb on his fingers as if there was money in between.
"Sorry, not interested," Day says, standing up tall.
The two crooks' glance at each other and immediately drop any friendly demeanor they had. The taller man leans his head in and peers around with his beady eyes. "It sure is a nice place you've got here," he smirks. "I sure hope nothing happens to it; this neighbourhood has been particularly rough lately."
Day growls at them and then slams the door in their face. She stomps back into the kitchen.
Lucky and Ava have already disappeared off to bed, leaving Day alone with her weary parents.
"Who was it?" Day's father coughs.
"Some more crooks up to no good."
"Nobody's ever up to any good around here," Day's mom mutters under her breath.
Day takes in a deep breath, fighting back the tears of their guilt. But it's too much and it comes bursting out and they sink into their parent's arms. Tears flow down their face onto their parents' clothes.
"I'm so sorry… this is all my fault."
Her father places his hands on her shoulders, looking her dead in the eyes. "Day, we've been through this. It wasn't you; it was him and him alone," he says. He does not mention Meridian by name, but he grinds his teeth together with malice even at the mention of that trickster.
Her mother runs her fingers delicately through Day's messy, light blond hair. "You did your best honey, and we're so proud of our girl," she smiles.
"Sure are," her dad adds.
Day wipes the tears from their face. "Things will get better for us eventually, right? Once we get enough money together to move out of here."
Day's parents glance at each other. "Yeah… t-things'll get better sweetie, now best get to bed. You've got an early start tomorrow."
"Things will get better," Day repeats sternly. Then, she leaves her parents in the kitchen and heads into the shared bedroom with her sisters.
After cleaning their teeth. They tuck themselves into their covers, feeling the warmth smother their body. "In fact, I'll take back our home, even if I have to fight Prime Birdie himself and every shareholder in Fly High Energy. Things will go back to the way they were," they whisper to themself with determination in their voice.
June 20th, 2427
Day of the Reapings
District Five
District Centre
10:00
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Day mutters under her breath.
She's still in stunned silence on the stage as she faces the crowds of the citizens of District Five. There were yells and cries from her family, but she still hasn't registered fully what's happened.
The defiant girl of Dawning Avenue somehow manages to maintain her brave face and it doesn't break, not even for a second.
They move their hand in front of their face to cover the son, just as the escort picks up a name out of the male bowl.
"Meridian Birdie!"
What?
She was only half listening, and the name still hasn't fully registered. Is she hallucinating? But the second call from the escort only confirms their suspicions.
"Meridian Birdie!"
Day's eyes squint into the heart of the crowd, and there they are. The betrayer. The reason she is laden with a mountain of guilt every waking hour. Meridian's eyes appear blank - as they always did, but Day is sure she can see fear nestled deep in them. Good - she thinks to herself.
Day's fists clench together just staring at the boy that ruined their life. Her mind is a stew of emotions right now. Anger at the sight of Meridian. Fear - she's just been reaped. Confusion - will they spend the last of their days with the kid that backstabbed them after they opened their heart to them? Determination - she'll overcome this, just as she's overcome every hurdle in her life. And finally… pleasure… pleasure that Meridian will have to suffer along with them. It's the least he deserves. They don't want to feel it, but they do…
Emery Vandermast, 18
December 18th, 2426
Six Months Prior to the Games
District Ten
Tulrango
BOOM
Gallus lays dead on his shining, rotating chair. The cigar slips out of his limp fingers and hits the floor, blood drips from his chest.
"What have you done?" Emery exclaims, running his hands through his short, curly, bleached hair.
Ozias casually turns the gun on him with a sly smile still etched on his face.
(Ozias, the boy he loves, the boy who shaped him into who he is, the boy who was a vessel to channel all his rage and hatred that his family created.)
(The Betrayal is a knife to the heart.)
"What I should have done a long time ago," Ozias answers.
Emery glances one last time at the body of the man in the chair. Gallus Adcock may have reminded him of the Pretentious Patrons that his father used to feed at the Vandemast's restaurant, but over time, the man gave him more validation than anyone for anything he did since his mother.
(And Ozias had just taken that away from him.)
Emery's eyes shift back to Ozias, but now with Venom and anger in them instead of sadness. They focus on the gun in his boyfriend's hand, and he swears Ozias's hand is shaking even though he makes himself ignore it.
"I'm sorry babe, but I'm doing this for your own good."
That does it. It hits Emery like a tonne of bricks. Ozias has been planning this all along, ever since they first stepped foot in Gallus's operation. He's been manipulating him from the beginning, shaping him into the monster that he's become. It was all Ozias.
Emery's fists clench together, and he leaps at the other boy in fury.
BOOM
There's no pain in his body so the shot must have missed.
(Unless the adrenaline of his rage has numbed all his pain.)
Either way, he doesn't care.
The young baker's body slams into his partner, then he quickly tackles him to the office floor, pinning him down firmly.
The gun has slid out of Ozias's hand, and the killer barber wriggles and claws like an angry rabid animal. He swipes at Emery's eyes, desperate to inflict some pain on him. But Emery's rage is equally as consuming, and he lands three swift punches on Ozias's cheek and nose.
Emery raises his fist to strike him once more but suddenly freezes.
He wants to kill the traitor, the trickster, the murderer, he needs to. So why can't he? Why are tears welling up in his eyes?
He finds himself staring at the ring on his finger. The one that Ozias gave to him during their first few months together in Tulrango.
His fist relaxes, and his breathing calms. Yet, Ozias is still shaking and swiping at him from underneath.
Emery can't kill his lover. But he will send him to the deepest, darkest prison where he can rot, and Emery will be free from Ozias Califera forever. He'll never have to look into his infectious, dark eyes again.
"If I ever see you again, I'll kill you," Emery warns him coldly.
June 19th, 2427
One day Prior to the Reaping's
District Ten
Tulrango
Emery finishes buttoning up his bland plaid shirt above his denim jeans in the mirror. Even though it had been Six months since the incident in Gallus' office, Emery still half expects Ozias to appear behind him in the mirror, take a jab at his appalling dress sense before giving him a kiss on the back of the neck.
But he doesn't…
Emery shakes his head and focuses on combing his short, curly, bleached hair. He doesn't need Ozias. He never did. That man was a poison on his life. He killed the only father figure that Emery had ever truly had.
(Even if Ozias was the only person terrible enough to deserve a lover like Emery.)
The pie maker exhales. He takes a brief look at his clock – it's dead on 6:30; time to start baking. His family never approved of anything less than perfect punctuality, and even though they've been gone for a long time - their influence still filters through into his bones.
He strides downstairs and into the kitchen. There is a new assistant baker that Emery hired a few days ago; a young man, a bit full of himself, and acts like he knows it all - much like one of Emery's brothers.
But little did the new baker know that Emery had become perfectly capable of running the shop and that he never needed an assistant baker. What he did need though, was more ingredients for the pies.
The new baker's drinking habits haven't escaped Emery either; every day, he has a glass of white wine by his side while preparing food.
"There's something I'd like to ask you," the man says as he turns his back to Emery to fetch something around one of the metal kitchen drawers.
Emery snatches a pill, that he bought from a contact that he met in his days on the streets with Ozias, from his pocket and slips it into the glass; it fizzles into the cloudy liquid but quickly it is blended in like a snake in the grass.
His heart is racing, and butterflies are flapping in his stomach.
(Is this the right way to go about it? He always left a lot of the decision-making in his life to Gallus and Ozias. But now that they're gone, he's had to find a way to acquire the ingredients of his pies all by himself.)
The assistant baker returns to him with a list in his hand; it's a list of all the nutrients in the pies. Emery had written it up for his own record.
"What's up?" Emery murmurs, softly. He observes the assistant baker meticulously, as he lifts the glass of wine to his mouth and takes a sip.
"Well… my chemistry ain't that good but FE is the symbol for iron on the periodic table, right?"
Emery nods silently.
"It's just the quantity here is too much for cow meat. What exactly are we putting in the pies?"
Emery waggles his finger. "Now, now, who's the head baker here?"
The young man's eyes fall down. "You are."
"That's right. So let me worry about such matters."
Emery almost throws up in his mouth; he sounded so much like his father there.
The assistant baker suddenly lets go of the list, and stumbles back, holding his head.
"What's the matter?" Emery asks coldly.
"I-I'm… I'm not sure."
The next moment the man hits the kitchen floor with a thud, dead. Emery glimpses at his kitchen knives before grinning under his teeth.
Just over two hours later, the pie is almost cooked. Emery tightens his apron around his waist, heading for the oven. His eyes light up like a burning flame after he opens the oven door. The top of the pie is brown, firm, and crispy.
"Perfect," he murmurs to himself.
He heads out through the shop counter and past the tables and chairs in the restaurant. Once he reaches the glass door next to the wide windows, he flips the sign on the door to read "open."
When the first customers begin to filter through the door, Emery gives them warm, welcoming smiles.
"Good morning."
"How are you today?"
One of the regulars strolls through the doors with his shiny jacket slung over his shoulder like he owns the place.
(Well, he was a regular in both the pie shop and the barbers but since the incident Six months ago, Emery has seen less and less of him.)
Emery wouldn't be surprised if this man was one of The Vandermast's patrons. Even as the young baker greets the customer with a warm smile, he tenses his fists.
Emery gestures to the table in the center of the restaurant. "If you'll follow me, sir."
He watches the customer with disdain in his perfect three-piece suit and shining slicked-back hair. As he takes a seat at the table but then a cunning smirk appears on Emery's lips when he remembers about what the affluent customer is about to be unwittingly fed.
"I'll have the usual - the meat pie," the man requests.
"Certainly, sir."
Emery turns away and drops his smile as soon as he leaves the customer's sight.
He walks to the counter and neatly sweeps the meat pie, that he made from the assistant baker, into his hand, ready to serve the prestigious customer.
The customer rubs his cutlery together and takes the first slice out of the pie before placing it in his mouth.
Emery stands above him with his hands behind his back. His eyes stay trained on him the entire time while smiling maliciously behind his teeth.
When he's finished, the customer wipes the pie from his mouth and then shifts back to face his server.
"So, all to your liking?" Emery asks.
He receives a nod of approval from the customer. "Actually, yes. It's almost as good as when Gallus was in charge. What'd you do differently?"
"I got a new assistant baker on the case."
"Well, he makes a fine pie."
Emery can't help but smirk. "Apparently, he does."
As Emery leaves the dining area and pushes his way into the kitchen, the grin extends all the way across his face. He doesn't need Ozias, he never did. Deep down, he's always known that. Now that he's free of him, he can get revenge on the world by himself.
June 20th, 2427
Day of the Games
District Ten
Tulrango
10:00
"Emery Vandermast."
The words hit him like a gunshot to the heart. The life he'd built for himself in spite of Ozias has just come crumbling down.
His District partner is possibly the angriest person he's ever seen. She's waiting at the stage with her arms folded, chewing gum in her mouth, and glaring at him the entire time with eyes that somehow manage to cut into his soul.
As Emery faces the crowd of District Ten. All the events that have led up to this moment flash before his eyes, from the torment by his father and brothers to Ozias's invasion of his life. The world seems so determined to drag him down to the bottom by the ankles at every opportunity. He can't even feel tears. Maybe because deep down he knows that he deserves it, that this is some form of justice for everything he's done.
Somehow, he pictures Ozias standing up on the stage of District Fourteen. He wouldn't put it past the world for doing something so cruel. That's the one saving grace of this situation, that he won't have to spend his last days with that backstabbing rat.
So why does his heart skip a beat ever so slightly at the thought?
Fuma Marlows, 18
Fuma's father rested his forearm against the family home, and buried his head into it, red in the face. "I've told you; I'm going to do better, I'm going to pay off The Sycamores, I'll never gamble again, I promise. Things will get better."
"You've been saying that for years! They cut off the power yesterday and the water will be next," Sixteen-year-old Fuma exclaimed, running her fingers through her hair.
"I'm trying! It's not that easy!"
Fuma rested against the wall with her arms crossed. "If not me, think about Rethy and Granny - how are we supposed to keep paying for her medicine? Don't say things will get better until they do," Fuma answered, cooly but sternly.
Her father slammed his fist into the wall. "Fine! I'll fix it now! I'll go to The Sycamores and sort it out now!"
With that, he stormed out of the front door and slammed it behind him. Fuma was left with her face flushed red and, in her hands, tears beginning to form in the back of her throat…
June 19th, 2427
One day Prior to the Reapings
District Seven
10:00
A brightly colored bird swoops under the sunshine of this warm summer's day in District Seven. It darts between the endless towering trunks of the forest and past Fuma's left ear. As it sings overhead, she diverts her attention up to it momentarily before returning to the woodcarving project in her hand. The sun beats down on her back from in between the leaves like a warm blanket.
The girl chips away at the edge of the instrument one last time and then inspects it diligently for a few seconds. It may just be a small piece of wood in her hand and might not even work, but at least it keeps the images of what she found that night in the woods at bay. At least it keeps the images of Terrance's smiling face at bay. She swears she saw him grinning at her, even from the TV screen as he was slain by last year's victor.
A rustling in the bushes to Fuma's left catches her ear. The ranger inhales, steadily lowering her wooden carved instrument and knife onto the log that she's perched on. She lifts one of her javelins into her hand and hops down from the log. Then, she stalks her way towards the bushes with her hands tightening around the metal shaft.
Her heart is suddenly thumping in her chest… she nudges a branch out of the way above her head, ready to strike!
But instead of a grizzly bear, she finds a family; a husband, wife, and two kids by the looks of it. They freeze, their eyes wide - like deers in headlights.
"We don't want any trouble," the husband says, raising his hands in surrender.
Fuma's heart relaxes. She lowers her javelin. "What are you doing out here? Didn't you see the warnings of the adult bear patrolling this area?" She questions.
"We could ask you the same question," the wife responds.
"I'm the one that's been tasked with hunting it."
(Fuma hadn't been taking bear contracts; not since what she found on her final patrol that night.)
(But her family home is just around the corner, and she can't sleep at the thought that she might find her mum, or her sister mauled by a bear. The world has been cruel enough so far, so why would it stop now?)
But one of the kids shakes their head. "I don't understand… they're just minding their own business."
"Well, someone's gotta do the hard jobs," Fuma responds. "Now, turn back the way you came, and don't stop until you cross the bank on the east of the forest."
The family agrees to head back the way they came, while Fuma turns around to head back to her log. However, she stops at the sight of her colleagues - who have now filled the clearing. There are five of them, they are clad in their green camouflage with leaves and twigs stuck to the outside of their clothes.
One of the more outspoken ones waves to her; a young man that has been training with her for three months. "Fuma!"
Fuma marches past them, resting her javelin on the log.
"Whatcha working on?" The young man asks, his eyes darting to Fuma's instrument.
Fuma ignores him and simply places the instrument and knife in her sachet then swings it around her shoulder.
"So, find anything on the patrol?" Fuma asks, glancing around at the five colleagues.
"Yeah, we found some tracks!"
"That's a start."
Fuma leads the team of rangers deeper into the forest. Each twig that crunches under their boots causes her heart to jump slightly. Every few minutes, she glances over her shoulder and presses her finger over her lips. Despite keeping these people at arm's length, she wouldn't want to feel responsible for anyone else getting hurt.
The Rangers pause for another break in a clearing.
"So… what do we do when we find this bear?" One of the rangers asks.
Fuma looks over from where she's inspecting some fur in her hand from the tree.
"Don't get too close, aim for its limbs to slow it down, but leave the hard part to me."
After the team's rest bite, they continue patrolling through the forest. But then, when it's just gone midday, the forest turns eerily silent. Fuma raises her arm to pause the chatter behind her… footsteps are approaching abruptly to the left. The footsteps are heavy, heavier than humans, and sound more like paws…
The sound seems to go from zero to one hundred in a flash, and the next thing the rangers know there is a vicious bear leaping out from the bushes; the biggest one Fuma has ever seen!
The young man that Fuma had been training is knocked against a tree by a swipe from one of its huge paws. He hits his head against the trunk with force, suddenly blood is pouring from the back of his head.
Shit! We must have startled it! - Fuma thinks.
As Javelins fly through the air at the beasts' hide, it somehow seems to ignore them and approach the young ranger, lying against the tree. Fuma's heart begins pumping with adrenaline, at the thought of her colleague being ripped to shreds before her eyes.
Thinking fast, she presses her fingers against her mouth and whistles at the top of her lungs.
"Over here!"
She hurls her javelin directly into the bear's shoulder. Finally, it shifts its attention to Fuma, snarling with rage. The hulking bear charges straight at the girl, and in an instant, she is thrown to the ground. But her hand instinctively goes to her sachet and grips tightly around her knife.
Just as the bear prepares to bite into her neck, she impales the blade into its own, then pulls it out and repeats the action, again and again and again. Blood drenches her clothes, but in the end of it all, the bear is motionless. Fuma rolls out of the way before it collapses onto her and possibly smothers her.
Seconds later, she is already back on her feet and racing towards her injured colleague - who's slumped against the tree. The other rangers are also gathered around him. She rips off the lid of her bottle and pours the cool water over his head. He's alive and conscious.
"We need to get him to a doctor," Fuma tells the others, panting heavily.
Later that evening, Fuma joined her colleagues at the Cabin Inn, a local bar in the forest, to celebrate their successful hunt. The young ranger she rescued earlier is there with a bandage on his head - cheering with the others. However, Fuma sits on her own at the bar, with only the barman as company - and he's not a very talkative guy. But that is precisely why she sat here.
As the clock on the wall approaches midnight, Fuma's colleagues start to filter their way home. She is about to take her leave when three people sit down on either side of her.
"We thought we'd find you here," her friend Argo says. He's a guy her age and they've been friends for years. Her other two friends sit to her left - Koa and Elowen. Both of them also lost family members to Terrence, or as the rest of the district calls him - "The Jack-Tree killer."
Fuma sighs, rubbing her face with her hand. "What are you doing here?" She asks.
"We were worried about you," Argo explains. "With your sister going missing and everything-"
"She's not missing! I know exactly where she's gone… more and more people from Seven are joining Kate's rebels… I wish she'd just said something to us," Fuma says in a hushed voice.
"But you know that means… well, it's just the Capitol said they destroyed them all," Koa mutters.
"And you believe them?"
The room falls silent for a moment; talking about any of the rebels is dangerous. The Peacekeepers didn't care that there was a serial killer running around with an axe for years but as soon as people start going missing to join the rebels, they won't leave Fuma's family alone.
Elowen takes a deep breath. "I wish I could see my sister's face again, but all I see is Terrence, every night - i-in his interview seat on the TV."
Fuma gives her friend a smile of compassion.
"And I never even knew Terence. I can't imagine what it must be like for you," Elowen continues.
(She's right. Fuma still remembers every gift that serial killer got her and every kiss they shared, and now she feels sick to the core.)
Fuma doesn't answer her friend and simply stares back down at the counter.
"Well… thanks for checking up on me, guys," Fuma says, stretching her arms and yawning.
"Anytime," Argo replies, standing up from his stall.
The three friends pat Fuma's shoulder, in turn.
"Your sister will come home, I'm sure, and things can only get better after that," Argo says.
Fuma's bones are aching by the time she makes it home, and her eyelids are heavy when she eventually gets to bed… with sleep, comes nightmares.
Fuma was marching her way through the misty, dark forest, following closely behind the rangers she had been training with. Her eyes were peeled wide, not just for bears but also for the Jack-Tree killer. The killer that had been terrorizing District Seven.
A scream rang between the trees from up ahead. "It's a dead body!"
Fuma stumbled forward, knowing deep in her heart who it was but at the same time, not believing it for a second. The girl kneeled down by the body; he had the signature Jack-Tree killer axe buried in the back of his head. She recognized her father's coat immediately, and his black, curly hair and she let out an agonizing cry which could be heard for miles around…
June 20th, 2427
Day of the Reapings
District Seven
10:15
"I volunteer!"
She had no choice. Her sister Reetha was reaped, and yet she isn't here to walk up to the stage. So Fuma had to do it, otherwise, all her family would have been punished, and even if by some miracle they were allowed to live - they would have wished that they hadn't. Even so, Imani opened her mouth to volunteer as well. Fuma simply got there first.
She passes between the crowds, the whispers and tears from her family fade into the background. But she stands up tall, her eyes remain forward and stoic. She will never look into the face of death with fear.
Hey everyone! Welcome back to our intros. It's been two months since I've updated this story so I really wanted to get this chapter out. Hope You enjoy Day, Emery and Fuma. Next chapter will be the final two intros Ren and Genevieve.