► Prologue

‘Reports are in and it seems that Cheonsa Village have still been isolated over the last 15 years and news has only surfaced early this year. Marines and reinforcements have had many attempts to break in, all of which failed. The only leading source – a small community that has been taken over by gang lords, now claiming it as their territory. Something that has been happening for –‘

Jaerin angrily shut off the TV, slamming the remote on the floor.

‘What rubbish.’ She growled before lying on her run down couch, facing the ceiling of her new apartment. Looking at the clock that only stared back at her. 8:31AM.

School starts at 9.

She yawned, and figured it was time to get up for school, lousily getting off the couch, she headed to the bathroom, making sure to clean herself up well and then to the kitchen where she poured herself some orange juice before chucking on her bag and heading out the door.

No more than a 15 minute walk, she noticed a couple of students had already run passed her as she took her sweet time getting to school.

‘I’m already late anyways, what’s the point’. She rolled her eyes, fashionably late on the first day. Nice Jaerin.

Upon reaching the gates of her new school, Jaerin spotted a couple of students already dying whilst running laps. Chuckling, she cleared and approached the nearest staff.

‘……..Sir?’ she tapped his shoulders, only to be greeted with a stern glare.

‘Ahh another one. Today must be my lucky day huh? A whole 20 minutes late too! So sweetie, get on the tracks, that’s 20 laps for you.’ His voice drips with sarcasm.

'Mhmm.... I'll pass. It’s not like I wanted to be late, it's a bit hard finding your way when you just moved here’. That was a lie, navigating her way to school was no problem, she could have done it with her eyes closed but he didn’t need to know that as Jaerin made sure to smile as sweetly as possibly.

‘Excuse me, you think I don’t get that kind of petty excuses each day? Does it look like I want to be here?’

‘Well, I mean, looks like your having fun abusing your power and wasting both our times so you tell me, do you want to be here?’

Jaerin heard a small snicker behind her, but she was too focused on the man that looked like he was ready to take her down.

‘YOU 25 LAPS’ He had pointed to the boy behind Jaerin. ’AND YOU 40  LAPS, ON THE FIELD NOW’ He was fuming by now.

Jaerin dropped her bag on the floor and rolled up her sleeves.

‘SIR YES SIR!’ She gave him a mocking salute before joining the rest.

This was definitely a good start to her year.