The institute is a large building, if allowed it could support up to three hundred survivors, barely. However, it has been converted into a building to support the candidates and the scientists. In the year of 2025, the majority of the human race has become mindless beasts within the span of the five years the everlasting plague has dominated humanity.

The candidates are to wake up at exactly 6:00Am, have a medical examination and have breakfast by 8:00AM. Lessons in the library start at 8:15AM and finish at 11:45AM. Lessons in the training grounds start at 1:45PM and finish at 5:30PM. Lunch starts at 11:45AM and finishes at 1:45AM. Dinner is at 6:00PM and finishes at 7:00PM. Candidates must then go to their respective group rooms until 9:00PM, then they must go to the medical room to have their identification chips re-evaluated and updated. The only days this program is not in action are Sundays and Wednesdays, when the days will be filled with a full free period.

The candidates must follow this program to the strict detail and will receive social isolation if they do not. Punishments are given out to candidates who either: try to escape, break any rule, are late to classes or does not take their prescribed medication if prescribed.

Rules to the institution are as follows:

1. Do not Break the schedule's daily plan
2. Do not Destroy, rewire, confuse etc. The identification chip
3. Do not Injure a scientist
4. Do not Injure another candidate without permission
5. Candidates must always listen to the warden and scientists
6. Do not kill without permission
7. Candidates must not leave the institute without permission
8. Carrying a weapon without permission will result in controlled isolation
9. Destroying or graffiti on any item without permission will result in controlled isolation.

Unless stated punishment, all rules that is broken will result in Social isolation. Controlled isolation is the punishment of presenting the convicted candidates to the rest as an example. Every three weeks, experienced candidates shall be taken to a different country via helicopters and will be told to eradicate an infected area.

He is a boy that remembers nothing. He has a real name that is documented, but nothing other than his birth name is known. The first thing he remembers is the scorching pain of the chains that held him together. A sharp prick in his mouth from a sword that kept his jaw agape. He only remembers that of his hero knows.

Adrian Lake, now known as Fenrir, is a confused soul. He created a whole new persona for himself after losing his memories. He is the holder of the Norse Beast Fenrir.

He would wake up on his solid bed. He would get changed into the little clothing he had and then continue on to the medical room. For three years this was his normal routine, and in a month, it would turn to his fourth year. The only exceptions to this schedule was when it was a holiday or a newbie came along; he then would play darts or pool in the game room with George or whoever came along. Fenrir was a funny and happy person when he could contain his hero.

He was currently sat in the medical room, laid on the bed with a needle in his arm- early morning check-up. Used to this treatment by now, Fenrir just closed his blue eyes.A soft banging on his head, the frustrated mythological wolf getting impatient without his daily treat (the letting of blood). "Please stop, you demonic wolf..." He muttered to himself, earning a quick glance from the scientist over-seeing him. Fenrir had always had a strong bond with his hero, not the most pleasant friendship between the two that it could have been. The needle was taken out of his arm, after drawing enough blood. "Alright Fenrir, you're good to go." The female scientist spoke up, checking over the clipboard of Fenrir's information. Nodding, Fenrir stood and walked away, licking the blood that trailed down his arm in order to satisfy the mythological wolf. it was a Wednesday, so after breakfast, the rest of the day would be free. He was hoping to catch George so he could have a way of calming the growling wolf. His white hair in front of his forehead once again as he walked down the hallway.

He made his way into the dining hall, sitting on one of the many chairs on the first table, placing his head on the wooden surface, too tired to get food. A plate was placed in front of him and his two friends, Hercules and Arthur, sat next to him. "Eat up Fenrir, I heard they might take us on another 'trip' soon," Arthur laughed, patting the white-haired boy. Grinning, Fenrir picked up he small fork that had been provided and ate the tasteless food.

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Routine rubbed Marian the wrong way. She couldn't say it was always like this, but considering how long she has been in this damn institute. It felt as such. Waking up at 6 always either felt too early or too late, always short from perfection. Sometimes she wanted to do a morning jog or sleep until noon. However she didn't have the liberty to complain too frequently as she ends up breaking the rules anyways. The reward often outweighing the punishment. This was one of those days, Marian waking up at 5:00 and not being able to go back to bed. She decided to go on a jog instead of twiddling her thumbs and waiting to receive another command.

She quickly got dressed into a large sweatshirt and short shorts. She put on her sneakers and set out. For most people breaking the rules, they'd be very cautious and would turn their brisk run into a brisk sneak. But as Marian is a professional, she pays no heed. Even waking people up due to her loud shoes colliding with an even louder metal floor.

After she made the rounds, she went to have her medical examination. Usually Marian would attempt to bend the rules a bit, but she found no benefit in keeping the doctor away. As she was always in peak body conditioning, her exam was always rather short. No need to suppress her hero as William Tell has become a more focal part of her personality than the feeble girl previously known as Marian Bryd. She had her blood drawn and was let out. "Anddd we're done Tell. You may leave now~., A rather eccentric female scientist chimed. Marian nodded, following the rest of the group to breakfast.

The food was tasteless, as were the people. The only person that she'd enjoy the company of was Justin Sung AKA Sun Wukong who's most rebellious and arrogant nature have charmed little old Marian. She couldn't find the young Monkey King, so she quickly ate her food and went to hang out in the gaming lounge.

She only lived to play with the darts, Marian making a beeline for them. She'd usually bide most of her free time with the dartboard, but her aim has made Marian skilled at pool and the two gun shooting arcade machines titled Time Crisis 3 and The House of the Dead 4 respectively. She stood a considerable distance from the board, plucking three darts out of the pouch. She threw all three simultaneously, landing them into the bulls-eye. While most would be ecstatic, screaming audibly at such a feat. For Marian, it was all routine.

"I'm too good." William would gloat to herself.

In these days where magic exists and you apparently can be the host for some dusty old mythological hero. Simple things such as sleep were considered A luxury all on their own. And Justin Sung would have been happy to have gotten more of it. But unfortunately, it was not going to last, especially when the sound of shoes colliding with an unfortunately echoing metal floor come ringing into you're bedroom.

With the grace of a drunken rhinoceros, Justin flailed at the sudden noise and quickly became acquainted to the cold solid floor. Grumbling and cursing the young man went about getting ready for the day, getting dressed in a comfortable T-shirt, cargo pants, zip up hoodie, and sandals. He had been told several times to wear closed toe shoes while in the facility. Such requests died down quickly after a few "incidents" of the monkey kings antics. He checked the mirror and sighed. The sideburns grew back again almost overnight, and his canines seemed to have gotten A tad longer. It felt like he was going through two puberties. After finishing up in the bathroom he grabbed his headphones and headed out.

Just another day. A saying Justin really didn't like too use nowadays. He wasn't too sure if that was his thought or the monkey kings, but honestly he could care less. In here, just another day or anything resembling routine was mind numbing. Even if the institute claimed to supply all their little "Hero's" with everything they would need, Justin found himself getting bored far too easily. And if not bored, Annoyed. "Uuuuuuugh." Justin whined. His legs bouncing on their feet restlessly. It took most if not all his self control to keep himself from pulling his arm away and just rushing out the door. "I know what you're thinking Mr. Wukong and it wont work this time." The scientist next to him said as she prepared the needle. "We don't want a repeat of last time, and we both know you really don't like restraints or isolation but please, just bare with me. it will be over in a second. promise." Justin grumbled and turned his head away, nodding to just get it over with. after a moment of pain he felt the bandage being applied. "There! all done. You can go now. Please don't cause too much trouble. I know that's a lot to ask you but-" Before she even finished Justin vaulted off his seat and sprinted out the door, chuckling all the way. The scientist just shook her head.

Breakfast consisted of bits and pieces of other peoples food, as always. Something about it not being his seemed to always make the crappy stuff taste slightly better. Much to everyone else displeasure. Even if he wasn't always caught it was well known by now that he pinched from others plates. though he avoided some people at least. Spotting Fenrir with Hercules and Arthur as usual. Sun had tried to play some pranks on them before . . . it didn't end too well. What he did notice was that William wasn't around. which would have been odd until he noticed that he had take a little too long with his examination. She probably was hanging out in the gaming lounge. after finishing the last bit of food pilfered, he made his way to the lounge.

Sure enough, there She was. He had made it just in time to see her land three bulls-eyes at once on the dart board. Wukong couldn't help but give a slow clap at her feat of accuracy.

"Impressive as always, aye William?" He chuckled and walked on over. "Sorry i'm late, you know me and needles."

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Adrestia laid down in the dark, legs crossed and deadly red eyes focused at the ceiling. Her clasped fingers twitched against her pale, scarred stomach with every sound from outside her dark capsule. Her toes, their nails colored with permanent marker, curled impatiently. After what felt like an eternity, the sound of jingling keys penetrated her ears. The door opened, light flooding in and the shadow of a man being cast over her figure. She slowly uncrossed her legs and lulled her head towards him, lips widening into a thin, devious smile.

The girl didn't rush to get ready. Everything was done with purpose, the speed of familiarity in her actions. She shuffled into tight black asymmetrical pants, clipped the lock onto her belt, zipped her crop top up over her breasts and fastened her hat down over her pigtails in the span of a few minutes. She stared herself down in the mirror as she rolled a ball of pink bubblegum over her tongue and slowly crushed it between her molars. She blew a bubble, shut one eye in an unenthusiastic wink then strode out of the room.

She was led down the halls with a scientist, trudging behind him with a permanent glare. As they arrived at a doctor's office, the door opened and the bright-eyed new girl walked out of it. Adrestia slumped against the wall while the scientist went in to speak with the doctor, gazing after the girl. Tomoe Gozen, she was supposed to be. Seems that she would still have to wait for another dead god to rise from these scientist's hands. The scientist left and the doctor's head peaked out from the room. Her eyes brightened when she saw her.

"Right this way, dear," the female doctor beckoned her. Adrestia blew a small bubble and skipped into the room, jumping onto her seat (her expression never once changing from 'I'm so bored, kill me now'). "How was your social isolation, Adrestia?" The doctor asked as she prepared her needle, her friendly tone taking a stern turn. Adrestia closed her eyes as the needle pierced through her skin, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Bliss," she uttered.

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Some time later, Adrestia stood in the dining room with her tray. She tried not to look at what was on the tray; she had once cooked rat better than this. Instead, she stared blankly over the tables and the company that inhabited them. Choosing where to sit during meal times had to be the hardest part of each day for her, embarrassingly so. She spotted a seat at the same table as "the three", the three first successfully revived heroes, and made her way over to it. She smacked her tray down, sitting a couple seats away from Hercules without giving him so much as a glance. He wasn't the hero she remembered watching from Mount Olympus, after all, just some... strange Roman impersonator. She rested her chin on her hand and chewed the last of the flavor out of her gum.

Wukong was pinching food ahead of her as always, for whatever reason. Why anyone would find anything worth stealing in it was a mystery to her. Whatever his reasons, she'd just found a lovely place to dispose of her gum. She lent over her meal on her elbows, tilting her head back and spitting it out. It moved in an arc towards the monkey king before being caught by the hood of his jacket.

Adrestia watched Wukong leave the dining room with her gum piece hitching a ride in his hood, biting harshly on her thumb. The reborn goddess smugly dipped down her hat and began picking at her food, oblivious to or just purposefully ignoring the righteous types that had just witnessed her anti-social behavior.

Soon after finishing, Fenrir had travelled his way down the corridors to the game room. A smile on his face as he skipped down the hallways. Many looked at him with disapproval, though in the three almost four years he had been there, they all knew not to speak up to him. Maybe it was just his bipolar personality that scared them, or his myth, but Fenrir had Nov time to figure it out. Between the wolf's howling and his thoughts, his brain was quite the busy place.

In the pocket of his knee length shorts, Fenrir had some worn cards which seemed to be his only memoir of his past. His whole persona was created by those cards. Opening the door to the room he called heaven, Fenrir smiled, "How's everyone doing?" He asked, somewhat shouting. A smile plastered not his pale face showed how he wanted to play. Going to the pool table, Fenrir set out a cloth decorated as a casino style. He began placing cards down: "Anyone up for a game?" Fenrir asked, his shining blue eyes glimmering in the natural lighting. The games room had very little electricity in it, so all lighting was produced by the countless barred windows which had been proven very easy to smash three years back by Hercules- who by accident slammed his fist into one of the bars and sent three windows shattering.

Fenrir had dragged a broken bar stool over to the pool table and spun around on it, boredom evident in his motion. The best thing about the pool table was the fact that you could make it into anything with a little imagination. Two years back, George had used it in order to smuggle in alcohol and energy drinks from the outside into the institute. Going further back, Fenrir had used it to plan his so called great escape- which failed horribly. The plan consisted of using it to barricade himself into the games room while he opened up a window- the table survived, so did the windows. Fenrir just couldn't lift the table at the time. Fenrir had a selection of decorated cloths that served different purposes while covering said table, he constantly ordered more as soon as the idea came to him.

Flashing a smile, Fenrir finished laying out the cards and sighed. The worn cards had very specific areas of wear of which Fenrir had memorised over time, it was his hidden cheat.