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(Please tell me this hasn’t died already.)

(If it would help, the mysterious organization could be a branch of N.M.E. (Native Mandate of Examination)

(Also I’m taking out Dryn. Yes, I know I can’t make up my mind. Yes, I know this is like my fifth time changing my mind right when I put in a character. Instead, I give you GR and Jinx. Bios are on the doc.)

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“We’ve turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs for ammunition
I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition
‘Cause when the sun sets, it upsets what’s left of my invested interest
Interested in putting my fingers to my head”

Grimm chugged the rest of his Red Bull, resisting the urge to leap on top of the flag pole platform and rap the rest of Guns For Hands. He crushed the small blue and silver can and swished it in the closest dumpster before stepping through the solid brick wall, becoming visible as he stepped into the crowd of students that swarmed down the hallway.

Adjusting his headphones, he weaved through the throng. Ugh, maybe he should have stayed invisible… although, suddenly becoming visible in the middle of a classroom with the eyes of the entire class upon you usually had some pretty negative consequences. He sighed…, humans…

“If you think I’m staying in this backpack all day, you have another thing coming,” a familiar voice hissed from his back. “Backpacks aren’t supposed to talk,” Grimm chided. “But I’m bored,” Jinx whined, scratching at the inside of the dark bag.

Grimm smiled nervously at the strange looks directed at his dancing backpack. “Would you chill??” He clutched his pack tighter, quickening his pace. He materialized completely as he neared the entrance. He was just about to turn in when something stung his neck. A flash of a black suit and his world went dark.