"Now that you guys are all reunited here, we'll let you get to know each other for a bit, hoping everything goes well!"

Myra remembered that this was the last thing the Ducibuses said before locking all seven of them into that building without any ways available to escape. There were windows but they were quite unbreakable, she tried to shatter them with anything that came in handy and even tried to use her powers but there was not even a single fissure on it. She was starting to get desperate.

The heavy silence that drowned the room wasn't quite helping either. Everyone seemed too awkward to start the conversation and when one would open their mouth, they would close it soon after, seeming unwilling to be the first to break the glass.

No one had said anything for the past half an hour and it was starting to drive Myra insane, to the point she was almost the one to start the conversation. Thankfully, someone else decided to make the sacrifice before her, if she was the one who did it, it would have turned into a full-on argument in no time.

"So..." The man in white spoke, bringing everyone's attention towards him. "What do you guys go by? I'm Oscar Curae." Oscar had blond hair and he was also dark-skinned, the uniform he had on would remind you of a doctor of some sort, quite fitting for his role. The most noticeable trait he had was that scar that began on his forehead and ended towards his right eye, making it close by default.

She wondered where did he get that scar but judged that it might be impolite to ask him right now, so she chose to wait until she would get the perfect opportunity to do so.

"Because of earlier, I'm sure you already know my name." The man in red smiled nervously at the others, not glancing at the one in green. "I'm Yazan Yoiroi, it's nice to meet you all."

"Ophelia Potenciae, that's all you need to know about me." The girl in blue avoided eye contact, preferring to hide inside her scarf.

"I go by Alex Leroy." The man in yellow spoke with more confidence than the others and showed a polite smile to everyone. "You can call me Al for short, we have to work together after all so might as well become friends."

On Alex's right, the disgusting man in green snickered. "Friends? Ah no, this won't do. I have no intention of hanging out with you guys, you look like boring creatures." Myra growled, clearly not happy about him being here. Out of everyone, why was he chosen?

"And you are?" Alex asked politely with an apathetic face but it was clear that he did not appreciate what he said, like everyone else there.

"Nathan Nefas, try to remember those four eyes." A smug smile made its way on his pale face, his amber eyes lidding in the process, making his face even more slappable in Myra's perspective.

"And you, you should try to remember to change your attitude. You're behaving like a child so quit it, we're Mystical Doves now not babies." Myra glanced at the dark-skinned girl with beautiful oceanic eyes, she had heard about her. She was Spencer Praesidium and the daughter of Lex Aeterna's Divine Priestess.

Even though it looked like he wanted to call her every name registered in the English lexicon, even Nathan knew that messing with Spencer Praesidium was an awful idea. She excelled in sports and danced as good as she hits hard, she was not a person to mess with so instead of opening his petty mouth and risking being given a return kick in the face, he simply slumped on his chair and grumbled an incoherent sentence.

Spencer glared at the man for a bit before gaining back her composure.

"I apologize for the inconvenience. You probably know me already but just in case, my name is Spencer Praesidium, it's my pleasure to meet you." She slightly tilted her head forward in respect.

Acting like a perfectly oiled puppet... It was going to be hard to get her to show her true colors.

After a little moment of silence, all heads apart from Nathan's turned towards Myra. The latter felt a sweatdrop run down her forehead slowly and her eyes narrowed in confusion. Why were they looking at her like that?

"I don't think you've introduced yourself yet, would it bother you to do so?" Her eyes widened in realization. She completely forgot to talk! "I mean, if you don't want to do it now it's completely fine of course! I didn't want to make it seem like you were forced to or anything--"

"There's no need." Myra cut them before they could ramble any longer and sent them an apologetic smile. "My name is Myra Windsor." Alex raised an eyebrow at the mention of her last name.

"Windsor? I feel like I heard that name before..." He wondered out loud, making the others think about it as well, much to Myra's grand despair.

"It sounds familiar to me as well, how odd," Spencer commented, her chin resting on her hand and eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"It's probably nothing, you perhaps saw my name in a book or something, it's not important." She prayed that this would be enough to convince them to give it up. She didn't feel like talking about this right now.

"OH, I KNOW!" Ophelia raised her voice out of the blue, startling Myra. "Windsor was the surname of the two victims from the murder in Mendax a few years ago."

Silence dawned in the room.

Yazan looked at the woman with a concerned look. "Miss Windsor are you--"

"I don't want to talk about it, can we change the subject?" She stated with an empty voice, eyes as dark as the night. One more mention about this and she would probably snap and destroy the wall on the way, she wondered if her powers were able to be triggered by a specific emotion like, let's say anger?

The other humans looked at each other before nodding, glancing at Nathan in hopes that he would let it go this time because if not, someone would need to put him to sleep or something, and attacking one's teammates didn't seem too wise, especially considering the time where this takes place.

"Of course, we're sorry for bringing that up, we should have known it would make you uncomfortable." Yazan bowed his head in her direction, features showing genuine guilt.

"I shouldn't have shouted like that, it's my fault we started to ask you questions like that. I'm truly sorry." Ophelia quickly added, looking away from Myra but she seemed sincere so she would let it go this time.

"It's fine, let's not mention that anymore." She said and smiled at all of them the best she could, she wished she was just back home and doing her homework, this way more awkward than she had anticipated.

"Talking about this" The man in gold, who Myra remembers as Alex, spoke up. "How about we all tell each other what we would rather not talk about now? Such as triggers and other things like that? I'm sure none of you would want to upset the other because you weren't aware of their triggers right?" The jab towards Nathan, if noticed, wasn't pointed out. The latter probably didn't even listen to what the other had said.

"This seems like a good plan to me, anyone else in?" Ophelia chirmed in not long after, still hiding the lower half of her face with her scarf. Most people nodded, seemingly agreeing with the train of thoughts.

"So, does anyone want to begin?" Alex scanned everybody's eyes and he felt like he was inside a classroom where he was the teacher about to call a student to do the exercise on the board, they all looked so reluctant to do this that it was almost comic.

"If nobody's going to start then it's going to be a problem." The others looked down, even more, deepening their frowns. He could almost see a text box filled with a repetition of 'Please don't pick me.

The man in white sighed and held a finger up to grab people's attention. "I can start if you want." Alex smiled at Oscar and thanked him for the sacrifice before motioning him to continue.

"It's not much of a trigger really but don't talk about my origins." Many people raised an eyebrow but didn't make a sound. "Oh, and avoiding talking about my familial situation would be appreciated as well. Don't ask me why I will most likely not answer you."

That's pretty fair.

"Thank you, Oscar, we'll keep that in mind. Who wants to go next?" Everyone threw glances at the nearby people who themselves eyed them with a look of challenge. Eventually, Spencer sighed and straighten up.

"I don't mind saying it... well actually I do but if I don't do it we would stay here all day. Don't mention the word love anywhere near me, I don't want anything to have to do with that." It reminded Myra that because of how famous Spencer was and her status, she must have gone through her fair share of obsessed and ill-intentioned people in the past... She will keep an eye on that but for now, let's listen to the rest.

"Similarly to Oscar, I would like you not to talk about my family and most specifically my mother." Afterward, she slumped back on her chair and became silent.

"Since we're already heading towards a chain of 'don't talk about my relatives', I might as well join in now." Myra found herself surprisingly speaking up. "I think you all have an idea as to why I don't want to talk about them, feel free to talk about my mother though. As for the rest... let's just say that I don't hold my deity and the Divine Priestess close to my heart, so let's avoid talking about them specifically in my presence okay?"

As she expected, many eyebrows were raised at the mention of her dislike of the divine. She didn't blame them, after all, most people worshipped them. Plus, having one of her kind becoming a Mystical Dove was a hard thing to believe.

"You don't like them? But wh--" A thud coming from the table stopped Ophelia from continuing her sentence.

"I thought we had made clear that no explanations should be asked, and if it didn't well it is now. If she doesn't want to talk about it, she shouldn't force herself to." Myra didn't even have the time to open her mouth yet but she accepted the help, she didn't want to say it anyway. She didn't want the same thing that happened with Nathan to happen again.

"You say that your dad and Leafa were killed by Lady Assacla?" The young boy repeated what his childhood friend said with a flat tone. When the latter nodded and exclaimed that it was true and she saw her do it, he burst out laughing.

"Come on, don't be silly Myra. Lady Assacla would never do something like that, you probably just imagined it." The young girl froze at that as the boy turned away and started to sip into his cup of orange juice while staring at the distance with a grin.

Imagined it? IMAGINED IT?

She couldn't believe that he had said that. Her hand curled into fists and before she knew it, her fist had collided with Nathan's cheek hard enough for him to fall to the side. The boy stared at her in disbelief for a few seconds before a glint of anger flashed in his irises.

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" He yelled, pressing one of his hands on the cheek the girl had hit him on. Myra gritted her teeth as tears threatened to fall.

"WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?" She yelled back, attracting the attention of nearby bystanders. "WHAT IS   Y O U R   DEAL?! YOU BETTER TAKE WHAT YOU SAID BACK!"

"I WON'T!" Some people started to walk towards them, curious as to what was all of that fuss about while others hurried to leave the area, worried that this display of violence and anger could affect the way their children would behave. "AND YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU'RE A LIAR THAT'S WHY!"

Liar.

He was calling her a liar.

She saw red. With her blood boiling and mind has thrown onto an unstoppable train of anger, she threw herself onto the laying boy and succumbed to her desire to hurt him, to draw blood.

She started hearing screams of both males and females alike. Was she screaming? Was it the boy? Or was it even the people around them who were desperately trying to hold her back from damaging Nathan's face even further?

She didn't know and didn't care. The only thing that mattered right now was to get back at this little jerk for spilling such nonsense.

She also had no clue how long it took her to get back to her senses but when she did, multiple arms were restraining her own and some were holding her waist, seemingly trying to pull her backward. In front of her, she noticed Nathan, whose face was decorated with bruises and blood, being taken in a hospital's lorry.

Then came the whispers.

"Poor child, she's so heartbroken from the loss of her loved ones that she started losing her sanity..."

"Mom, that girl is so scary! Did you see how hard she hit that boy? She's like an untamed animal!"

"What a heartless child, I'm sure that boy's face must hurt very much, I'm sure that if these brave persons haven't come to aid him, that boy would have been six feet underground already!"

"Let's leave, her bloody hands are making me want to puke..."

"I will pray for her mother, the poor woman must have already had enough things to deal with as is but her disappointment with her daughter is making it worse for her..."

She covered her ears, she didn't want to listen to them anymore.

A few minutes later, Sara had come to pick her up and from that point onward, people tried to stray away from her as much as possible. This event also put an end to Nathan and Myra's long-lasting friendship, which was reshaped by undying hatred.