In a run down high school the drones of the Fearsquad wandered the halls they search for more food for her core body.<br/><br/>======<br/><br/>On a sandy beach Fugiko sat reclined one leg bent up and her arms crossed above her head her face staring blankly of in the distance turned to her left she lay there perfectly still a perfect model pose. in her mind she thought *I am perfection, I am beauty, All want to be part of me.*