Scavenger woke up in my room, which she had shared with my older sister, who she barely remembers. She grabbed her Pistol and some ammo before she walked out of her plain room. She knew that it was early in the morning, because almost nobody was up, besides some of the guards. She was apprentice of one of course, and she was expected to help with making breakfast every day. She troted in the halls, seeing many familiar sights. As she reached the cafe, she noticed something a bit odd. One of the guards walked up to her, with a glint of nervousness in his eyes. “Scavenger, It seems like you are the last one to arrive!” Before she could ask him what was going on, he urged her to follow him.
