Their Real Beginning

A week swiftly passed by.

School resumed. The incident in the haunted house was forgotten.

Wendy did receive some scoldings from his brother who learned of the matter through an officer who phoned every guardian of those who participated in the game of courage. But after that, nothing more happened. At least nothing as eventful as saving someone who turned out to be a mafia man and getting saved by that person in return.

It was a fine day. Sunny. Warm. Scratch that. Frighteningly hot. The newscaster on the police station's TV had just finished warning people to stay indoors and blast themselves with air from their electric fans or air conditioner.

'Almost 42 degrees? Wow. Quite the damnable weather.'

Wendy yawned from her seat. She was already bored to death manning the reception desk of the police station. For one, she highly regretted why she volunteered for this place when their immersion training began.