prologue
Ah, Olkland Academy. The place where misfits, delinquents, and broken boys go to live corrupted lives. Why boys, you ask? Well, it is a boys-only academy. What are we, animals? I mean, if we’re here, then yeah, we probably are...or were. Anyway, I’m here for something I’d rather not share. It’s too personal for my own comfort, and I honestly feel like I should be avoiding thinking about the subject. Let’s get on with my story, shall we?
My name is...hm. We use ‘code names’ here at Olkland, which is pretty much just a fancy word for nicknames. My code name is...Crimson. Yeah, Crimson. I mean, my hair color and that name are polar opposites, and I want to show I’m the opposite of what I look like, so why not? I look pretty simple; brown hair, brown eyes, peach skin, 5′2", 107 pounds, 19 years old, I wear glasses, and I’m pretty scrawny. I’m awkward, antisocial, and to be honest...I’m not really all that special. I got good grades, but my lack of discipline caused me to get kicked out of school after school until some jackass decided to enroll me into what might’ve been a living hell.
Now that we have that out of the way, let’s move forward, eh?
