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(SONG REQUEST: SHORT HAIR BY AOA)A sign directing me to the front office was the only way that I would ever find it, I highly doubted anyone would aid me in this school. It was spoken through their cold glares that I was wondering how they slept at night, with a glass of warm milk or with everyone's words repeating gruesome things? I pitied that they had no hearts, for they would never truly discover their full potential. "Lost?" A face appeared before me. "I'm Chaerin. Lee Chaerin." She threw her hand in front of me, and I wearily shook it. She returned my puzzlement with a grin, I could almost confirm it was plastered there. Instead of allowing my hand to drop, she grabbed it and guided me inside the double doors that led to the entrance of the school. The office was to our right as we stood before a mural engraved into the center of the room, a skylight above reflecting the morning beam, displaying the school's initials embedded in a crown.