I want to live only for Myself

"You."

Welcome, students, to your first day of class.  You think you’re safe?  All cozy in your desks with your pencils and paper…but you have yet to meet the teacher of this class…oooooh no.

In a massive explosion the door flies off it’s hinges and blows through the window along the opposite wall.  Through the smoke and destruction walks a woman who seems to think she owns the place.  And yes, that is a missile launcher in her hands.

The large square gun is tossed onto the desk, causing everything on the desk to slide off with it as the woman takes her seat upon the desk, because FUCK CHAIRS.

Ritsu stretched her arms over her head, entwining her fingers, cupping he hair. Taking a deep breath, she looked upon her new school. The uniform doesn’t feel right, the school doesn’t feel right. Dropping her eyes to the ground, she let out a large sigh. She misses her friends, the Light Music Club, even her teachers and the classmates she never spoke to. But there’s no point in living in the past. Realizing she has a new start in front of her, she forced a wide smile upon her lips, lowering her hands, and strode towards the entrance.

The school was… quiet. Almost empty. This was unlike an Japanese school she’d been inside. They were always buzzing with life, almost.. too full of teenagers eager to learn, and some, not so eager. Taking a quick look around, Ritsu decided to explore, heading down hallways, looking into classrooms. Teachers refused to speak with her, acting like everything was normal when clearly, it wasn’t. 

Then she saw someone, in the exact uniform she was forced to wear. A student, someone she could talk to. Feeling her motivation rise, she ran towards the stranger, a genuine grin spread across her face. The gap between them closed quickly, stopping herself in front of the tall woman. The woman before her had darker skin, and freckles covering her cheeks. 

"H…hey!" Ritsu grinned at the woman, a slight nervous giggle from her lips, her arms pulled behind her head for comfort. "Do you know where I’m suppose to go to get my… classes? Or… I’m really unsure of where to go." 

Pulling one of these little trinkets from her pocket, wanting to investigate it a bit more. It looked like a metal mouth, but it was small, maybe about two inches in length and one in width. Beginning to press down on it, the object functioning just like a jaw would, a voice startled her and caused the olive-skinned girl to drop it. A loud thud following as it hit the ground, and echoed through the empty hallway.