Yuri Watanabe was always an indifferent and nonchalant girl who was not recognized by anyone. Their was always someone more recognizable and in most cases they were charismatic, dainty, caring, and empathetic.

She however, unlike most people who would dispose this type of situation she was... Fond of it. She would spend most of her time in complete solitude and bliss studying, gaining information by listening to conversations, devising plans and strategies for needed tasks, etc etc.

Yuri was not particularly fond of anything however she did find pleasure in watching anime. For her it was the only source of 'unproductive pleasure'

She was satisfied with.

Yuri was studying in the library when a commotion was heard in the library.

"Apparently they can't keep their filthy hands off my fu***ng desk..."

A guy with his face screwed up exclaimed while wiping blood from his mouth. In one swift move he set his hands before him, curling them up in fists, jumping cockily from side to side with a smirk on his face preparing to fight.

"I don't know what attracts you to my desk twerp, but you better start saying your fu***ng prayers bi**h cause I'm gonna- uhhhhhhh----"

The guy who was threatening to attack was suddenly hearld backward by a powerful fist and sent flying in the books in a shelf behind him. On impact a blood gashed from hismouth and nose and he lost too much of it and died instantly.

The boy who killed him seemed nonchalant as he dragged the body away from th seen with eyes of dismay and dinial on him. Everyone stodstill as carried th bofy away. Yuri was not surprised by this as things like this happened every at her school. She continued her studying when a spell engulfed the whole room. Emmediately everyone in the room was sucked in including Yuri.