Snippet #1774934

Urushihara slipped out of the car, tightening the choker on her neck. She stretched and yawned before opening her cold red eyes. She looked at the broken down house in front of her with skeptical eyes. She looked to the guy that had brought her and raised an eyebrow. "This is the pristine school of killers? Unless I'm gonna be training for avoiding dropping boards, this can't be the place." The guy simply motioned for her to follow and then walked into the house. She sighed and stayed close behind him, hoping to use him as a shield if a board fell on her. She looked to him as he stood by an elevator and held in a small chuckle as she stepped into it. She turned around to make a remark about how old it was, but the doors closed on her. She blinked as the elevator started going down, and soon she was looking at the floors. Her eyes brightened when she saw all the ways she would be training, almost excited to have come to the school.

The elevator stopped and she walked through as the doors opened. She looked around, finding that she was in a hall with chairs, an old man, and a guy with brown hair. She took the nearest seat before looking up and closing her eyes. And now my new life begins. Good luck, Uru. She then opened her eyes as she realized the old man was speaking to her, though he had already finished with a last sentence, though it was merely him saying her name. She shrugged to herself and entertained herself by carefully studying her surrounding and the two people in there, starting to feel bored enough to take a nap.