Onryo are spirts that cant reaches the other side. That why the government created a secret organization called S.D.A. That exorcise the onryo and sends them back to the other side. Children born with the ability to see the onryo are called seekers and are sent to Westfield orphanage in order to one day join S.D.A it's their sole purpose in life. Westfield is basically area 51 but for the paranormal, it's also the place I call home. I'm technical number 761757, but I like alexander or Alex for short. I'm a young seeker in training With probably one of the strongest ability ever, I know what you're thinking a perfect candidate  S.D.A right? well, you're right if Jesus blessed me with to working legs, right now I'm stuck in my room staring up at the white walls and ceiling. The megaphone buzzed, "11 to 13 group report to classroom seven." I look up at it and sigh, "I would be there too if God didn't hate me." I stare at the megaphone for a few more mins before I hear the thick metal door guarding my room slide open, "761757, still in your room aye?" the woman at the door laughs, I give her a cold stare, "I can't go anywhere with my limp now can I Margret" giving her another sharp glare. the woman standing in the doorway was Margret, a nasty old hag with large crooked teeth, large lump moles all other her nose and face, and a neck so fat it looked like her chin. I tell ya if it wasn't for her chest that was  bigger then a smoked tuna fish you couldn't tell she was a woman, basically an ape in nurses clothes. "watch your mouth," she snaps "or ill shut it for you." "I'm so scared," I laugh throwing my hands in the air, as she grades my wrist and squeezes with her inhuman grip. even with her seven pairs of plastic glove, I can still feel her sharp hair sticking threw the gloves and digging into my wrists. Every second her grip gets titer till tear eventually runs down my face, the old hag lets go and laughs walking away.  I glare at her listening to ever clash her fat feet make against the tile. before closing the metal door she makes an awful grin. "By the way, the reason I stopped by was that Shara didn't see you in the mess hall yesterday," she laughs "that strike to right one more and you're going to the west wing." True terror runs down my spine, "you can't do that" I scream "I can't walk all the way." In the middle of my sentence, Margret slams the door leaving me alone to my thoughts.