The clothes she was given were these red robes. All of the students attending were wearing them.
The classes Illya attended were taught by adults in white cloaks. They couldn't be called teachers. They never really did any teaching. They just did whatever they could to hurt a student.
There would be these thick metal rulers that the whites would hit the reds with. It was punishment for doing something they weren't supposed to do. Like breathing in the wrong way, speaking for too long, not speaking enough, looking at the whites, not looking at the whites.
What was life even like before this school?
There were occasions where the parents would come visit the students.
They were all excited to see their precious children again. They were even more excited when they saw how well behaved and disciplined they had become. But they had never known of how they became this way. They didn't even question it. Not even when they saw the bruises some of the kids would have.
No one would tell them about it either. After all, they would only be punished for it, no one would believe them anyways, and they were the ones who brought them here in the first place.
It had been three years since Illya came to the boarding school.