Tetramis watched the sun rise over the courtyard of students. It was the beginning of yet another day in which she was still alive. A single tear rolled down her cheek before freezing. She brushed the ice off her face and began to button up her blazer. Then her hands went to her neck and straightened the black tie. Her hair was already tied up to prevent it from getting it into her eyes when she was teaching later on. She would have to choose a student to mentor soon or risk having a random one shoved into her arms.<br/><br/>Scythe. Sword. These two were strapped across her back as she left her room, sealing it of to any outside who may wander in, intentionally or unintentionally. She had considered bringing along a pistol, but decided that it was slightly safer here in the school.<span style="font-style: italic">Slightly,</span>she emphasized, marching down the corridors and arriving in the designated training area. Her chin tilted as she looked up at the candle clock on the far end of the hall. She was early by fifteen minutes. Silently, she flick the lights on and left the hall for a brief inspection of the school's perimeter.<br/><br/>The main gate was closing.<span style="font-style: italic">Why was it closing? Because it was open.</span>She increased her speed ever so slightly, what was causing the gates to be open? Who was it?<br/><br/>She stepped out and saw a figure in tattered robes standing before the statue. Her suspicions were immediately aroused as she noted that the robes were the outdated ones, torn and tattered too. She cleared her throat unnecessarily and asked, "Hello sir, what is your name? Sir?"