-- Aaris - POV --
'Miss Tara?' Why is she here?
"Who else do you think I am?" She was sitting on the window with her leg crossed.
'What are you doing here? Do you come to arrest them? But why do you?'
"Just shut your trap for a second!" She roared.
"Now listen carefully, I have two things to say to you first of all, Congratulations!" She threw both of her hands in the air.
'Congratulations?'
What is she talking about? Is it for catching the intruders?
'What are you talking about?'
"You dense numbskull! Congrats on passing the first round of Grand Selection!"
'Seriously? This all was a part of Selection? But those dead candidates-'
"Calm down boy, they are not real they are the Rakt-Beej clones with overwritten memory, except crown prince that is a dummy-clone made from a doll, but these clones were made from the blood from 15th-grade criminals, & shared the same personality but different memories to make the test more realistic-"
