Setting: Fallen Academy, a school for everyone no matter what your race, is about to begin a new semester. Humans, demons, witches, and all beings alike have begun to gather on the campus to attend this interesting school. As predictable, a school designed to house so many different races and allow them to co-exist peacefully may prove to be a challenge. Do you have what it takes to survive? - - - - Approaching the front gates to Fallen Academy, Sekran allows a heavy sigh to escape his pursed lips. Glancing over his shoulder, he peers down at the two puppets that have been following him around for years. To those who have never met these puppets, they merely appear to be two small boys; one a blind blonde boy and the other his dark-haired twin. But their creator, Sekran, knows these two seemingly harmless boys are much more than they seem. For only his clan of puppet masters are aware of how they were created. With Sekran leading the way, the three venture onto the campus.The young puppet master remains vigilant, studying the many faces and beings surrounding him. His hands tighten into tightly curled fists. As if instinctively, the man leads his puppets over to the base of a tree. Letting out yet another sigh, Sekran leans casually against the tree's trunk. "Such a dreadfully boring place. What an epic waste of my time." He remarks coldly to himself while continuing to scan the premises; no familiar faces in sight.