Clair was wrangled to the corner of the girl’s restroom.

                “Let me go…” She tries to wrestle her arm free.

                “What are you saying, Clair? We are just going to play a game.”

                “I don’t want to. So let me go…”

                “Still being stubborn as ever. That’s why it never gets boring playing with you–”

Bang!

A flash of light and it was over, the bully head was blown to pieces.

Thud.

As the headless body fell onto Clair.

                “Huh!?”

The body slips off and disappears without a trace and her surroundings began to change. From a girl’s restroom to a bare room, where the walls and floor were coloured in light grey with white grey veins pulsing through them.

                “What happened? That person just…”

While looking around, “Where am I?” Clair slowly walks around the room and through a short corridor into the next room.

She wanders aimlessly and then, from the walls, foam spewed and what reached out was a faceless humanoid monster. It was much taller than Clair, with its dark grey skin that had white grey veins pulsing through its elongated limps.

The monster stumbles then ran for Clair and upon reaching her, it swept its large hands across.

                “Decide…” An unknown stoic male voice spoke.

                “Die here or fight…?”

As if time itself has stopped, a small white dragon was floating in front of her.

                “I will not ask again.”

                “Fine.”

A blue light shined brightly and a moment later, Clair’s black hair and green eyes, were dyed in a shade of blue while she was holding onto a sword that was shaped like a needle.

She dodges and as if her body knew exactly what to do, she strikes her sword across and slices off the arm that was swung by her.

Clair slips pass the monster to its back and as she notices that there was a small faint white light embedded in its faceless head. She leaped and swung her sword, splitting its head along with an orb that was the source of that light.

The monster then drops and decays into nothingness.

                “What’s going on? Did I just kill it?” She holds up her sword and examines it with her other hand.

                “This really is a sword; I can’t believe it…”

She turns her head to the ceiling, where that small white dragon appeares.

                “Evening, child. You did well.”

                “Huh!? You again, what are you…? Wait… More importantly, what is this…?” With a redden face, Clair pulls onto her dress skirt that she was change into when her hair and eyes were dyed into a different color.