An elementary school, the basis of public and private education, a place of solitude and misbehavior. How this place detests some of us, though some of the greatest memories can lie in a place such as this, some of the worst can as well, This will be a memory that these kids won't want to recur.

The wind pushed trees to an angle, the clouds distorted the sunlight. Everyone was inside, there was no reason to be out in these conditions. A purple sparkle crossed the center of the field, a dimensional rift was torn open.

This tear seemed almost two-dimensional, not the wind, nor the world itself seemed to affect it. A silver haired man with a darkened presence about his existence began to emerge from the rift, His eyes were covered, as if hidden. His right hand was occupied by a large lance, and his left was forced to perform the task of tearing the rift further open.

"These are the children requested, I needn't waste time." Saisho said as he removed the tapestry from his face, revealing eyes of a crimson colouring. A shockwave emitted from his center, the hustling and bustling of the children inside was silenced, the school that seemed so full of life now seemed almost dead. Slowly the marching of small footsteps could be heard, the main doors flung open, Children and instructors alike, with no emotion filed out in an orderly fashion.

"You are NightWalkers now. Enter my portal and you will be materialized to our training bay." Sai let a sinister grin cross his face.

"Yes. Lord Silvalin." The sacks of meat replied as they walked into the rip of this space, single file of course.

"There are so many of you... I should've brought something to do."