Author's Note: Hey there! This is not as much a 'chapter' or really a proper prologue, more like a quick overview of what happened in the three months since the end of Light. Please note that I will most likely not be including OCs other than mentions of passing people in a room and whatnot. That being said I sincerely hope you enjoy the story!

Over a year ago all adults, everyone older than fifteen, vanished without a trace. Poof. Gone.

It wasn't long until hunger set in, although it was not only the hunger of the humans that needed to be worried about.

Then came the lies, sweeping through the area known as the FAYZ with no mercy what so ever.

Plague descended, threatening to tear apart the meager civilization that had been built.

When the darkness began to descend fear entered the hearts of many.

It all ended in a burst of light, when former enemies worked together to end the being that threatened to destroy them all.

But it was not without losses. Many died, people that were deemed heros, those accused of being villains, and so many other faces lost in the pain and suffering. But they were not gone, not for good anyway. As the wall fell down Little Pete managed one last thing, one little gift for the people of the FAYZ. He brought them back. All of them, every soul that had been lost in the world he had created. How he did this would never be known by mankind, the full depths of his power never revealed.

And many did not care.

Some said that it was great, a miracle even. After all that torment, all that chaos, no one died, everyone appearing within the general vicinity of the FAYZ, any powers and mutations gone. But it was not quite that simple. For a war is still a war, even if no one died in the end, and no one got away unscathed. Some tried to run, unable to bring themselves to face civilization again. Some tried to run back to their families and act like it was all still normal. Some had been torn apart and lost in their own minds. Yet there were those that did not care. The children were alive, wasn't that enough?

Not for everyone. It would have been so much easier if people had died, there would be someone to blame, a scapegoat to pin it on. Oh, and they tried. The ones who called the children trapped in the FAYZ monsters, those that wanted their pound of flesh. Yet no matter how hard they tried they could not deem anyone guilty of murder, not when everyone got out alive. Well, everyone inside the FAYZ. Those who chose to jump out when they turned fifteen and met a gruesome fate remained lost, but they couldn't exactly be declared victims of murder, could they? Furthermore there was no proof of many of the gruesome things that went on. There were some recordings from when the dome went clear, but for anything before then there was only the word of mouth. Plus there were all the other factors, excuses according to some and valid reasons to others. Just children, mass hysteria, the darkness controlling them.

No matter how hard they tried they could not pin it all on a select few children.

Oh, but that was not to say that everything would be back to normal. There were still the wounds you couldn't see. Even if everyone got out alive from either making it or being brought back they still remembered. Remembered pain, starvation, fear, loss, and in some cases, death. Nightmares, post-traumatic stress disorder, mental breakdowns, and countless other mental or emotional ailments descended on the survivors. Not to mention any other things they might have had before the event. Several of the children of the FAYZ had been disturbed before the event and had not received proper treatment. Unfortunately in the case of many this was not truly realized until after the event.

Even if they couldn't be officially declared guilty of murder so many of them could not just be set free into the public.

Extensive testing was done, therapy, and all sorts of other treatments. Eventually many children were declared capable of returning home as long as they continued regular therapy.

And the others, the ones deemed incapable of being released back into the public at this time? They were sent to get help, extensive treatment for what was declared mental and emotional trauma. A boarding school of sorts, a boarding school with nurses, medications, therapy, and camera everywhere.

Some called it Coates 2.0.

Some called it Prison.

And some, the suspicious ones, the ones that thought that they wanted something from the kids, that they were being watched, called it the beginning. They said that the FAYZ would never end, that they were coming to get them. Those people always seemed to be vague, never able to say exactly who or what 'they' were, apparently not knowing enough despite their ravings. It never lasted long though, for the suspicious ones always fell silent. The rants of children still recovering from a traumatic experience surely.

Always remember that there is nothing wrong with Saint Edith's Academy.

There are no secrets.

There is nothing to fear.

All they want is to help.

Even in a war where no one dies there are victims.