She then teleported in the east wing of her school, outside of the Terrarian realm. She took a sweater out of her backpack and slipped her right arm through the sleeve. Suddenly, a tall girl with short brown hair walked over and shoved Natsumi against a nearby row of lockers.

“Sarayu... Long time no see.”

“It’s been two minutes.”

“For me, it’s been almost a whole day.”

Sarayu scowled. “You’re a Terrarian fighter. You know that I hate you for that.”

“Never said I cared. Anyways, I got to get to class." Natsumi shoved Sarayu away and trod down the hallway to her math classroom. When she sat down, the teacher, Mr. Peters, told the class to sit down and explained, "We are getting two new students.”

Natsumi replied, “Cliche much?”

“I know, right? Their names are Imya and Callie. Please make them feel welcome.”Imya waved and smiled. “Hi, I’m Imya. For those that know Russian, don’t pity me. I’m perfectly fine with my name being ‘Name.’ I’ve been going to school across town, until that part of town, well, burned to the ground. I’m creepy, get used to it.”

Imya had long black hair, which was twisted into a tight braid. She had pale, fair skin, and cloudy blue eyes. She had a thick Russian accent that made it difficult to understand what she was saying. She was wearing a blood-stained gray shirt, a black pleated skirt, a black fur coat, and black snow boots. She also had red, curved horns and a tail of the same grayish-red color, with a tattoo of an upside-down cross right below her left eye and a smaller tattoo of the same design on her left ear. She had large feathered crimson wings, folded neatly against her back. Her ears were pointy and elf-like. She added, “My pronouns are-”

Sarayu interrupted, “Why do we need to know your pronouns? You’re a guy.”

Raising her voice slightly, Imya continued, “My pronouns are she/her. They/them pronouns are acceptable. I'm genderfluid.” She closed her eyes. “But I swear, refer to me with the wrong pronouns once and-”

“Message received.”

Callie smiled and said, "I’m Callie. I just moved from Wisconsin. I would like to get to know all of you.” She had short orange and red hair and tan skin. She also had orange-ish eyes. She was wearing a light magenta tank top and black yoga pants with crimson red ankle boots.

Mr. Peters added, “Callie, you can sit over by Natsumi, the one with short, wavy raven hair. Imya, you can go sit in the back, near Memory, the one with blue hair and brown and green eyes. Your uniforms will arrive next week. By the way, Imya, I will have both a male uniform and a female uniform delivered to you, since you’re genderfluid and all.”

“Thank you.”

Memory waved over at Imya and smiled sweetly. Imya smiled back and blushed. She walked over to the desk next to Memory as Callie walked over to the desk next to Natsumi. Natsumi felt a tingling sensation in her stomach and her knees started to feel wobbly. She dropped her pen on the floor.

Callie tapped Natsumi’s shoulder and giggled, “You dropped something.” Callie’s eyes looked... familiar. They almost looked like the gem in the image of Supreme Calamitas that Natsumi saw once. The gem that Natsumi believed served as the beast’s eye... Callie noticed that Natsumi was staring at her, and she yelped and looked away.

But Natsumi couldn’t help but notice that Callie seemed a bit... odd. She was pretty, but her hair looked just like brimstone flames. Its colors looked unnaturally precisely dyed and her hair appeared to move. Natsumi could barely focus during the rest of the class period. When she left the classroom, Sarayu grabbed her by the necktie and threw her onto the floor.

“Hey! What do you want this time, Sarayu?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want to hurt you.”

Callie stepped in front of Sarayu and glared at her. “Do not even think about it.”

“Oh, would you look at this? Natsumi’s got a girlfriend!”

Callie’s hair started glowing red, and so did her eyes. “Leave her alone!”

Imya walked over and added, “It would be a shame if someone, perhaps someone descended from Ivan the Terrible himself were to… kill you.” As she said that last part, she reached into her jacket and grasped the handle of a sterling silver pocketknife.

“Ivan the Terrible’s descendant? Said person doesn’t go to this school.”

“It’s me, Sarayu. Ivan killed people because he was paranoid. I kill people because they piss me off. And because I’m paranoid.” She pulled the knife out of her jacket.

“I-I… You’re not supposed to have that here.”

Imya’s eyes widened. “I’ll stab myself. I’ll do it right now.”

“Go ahead. Not like you’ll actually-”

Imya began stabbing herself and screaming with pleasure. “A-Ahh! Yes! Ohh! Haah… It feels so good!” Blood pooled on the floor.

Sarayu gagged. “Oh my god… I’m going to vomit-” She hurried to the nearest bathroom.