Hi. I know you don’t know me, but I know
you. I’ve probably not met any of you, and many of you probably won’t meet me. It
seems odd that I know you all so well since you’ve never said a word to me.
Funny, I know all your problems through some spiky ESP ratings. Apparently the
government started searching for “Esperalls.” Apparently I’m one of them.
enough, enough to understand why they put me here. Not enough, however, to see
why so many innocent ESPers are being held here. Well that, is something I just
learned. See, I’m still just new to this place. We all have some sort of a code
name… mine is NePo-ESP-REG, but they just call me ESPer Regina.
day: Hello. Mentality: Good-bye.
“Oi,” I hear an obnoxious voice call. “Newbie, get over here.”
“Remind me why I’d do that?” I reply. I’m so proud of
myself for being saucy.
“Because,” he grabs my shoulder and makes it so I am facing
him. “I told you to.”
“Ooh, I am so scared.” I roll my eyes and shrug him off,
but again he grabs my wrist. I glare at him but knowing he is touching my bare
palm, I now have access to that emotion/thought of his. I feel he wants
knowledge of something, more specifically, my code name? “You want to know my code name, specifically, rank. REG. Yours?"
I am fully aware of the thousands of eyes boring into my back. Regina Rank. The only person close to my rank was the obnoxious voice whom I now identify to as: Wilder Edithson. I sit near no one, but, Edithson plops down beside me as i poke, prod, and disect my food, (if you could call the gruel ´food´.)
I think he´s trying to start a conversation. With someone with a name like Wilder, It isn´t hard to tell. "I know I am going to regret this," he takes a big sigh. and faces me, eye boring eye, a look of utter destitute on his face. " I need your help."