Alice walked into the arena, her bronze scythe at her side, with a heavy heart. She had been in this camp for 3 months now, and still hadn't made any friends. She felt like she was in high school all over again. She was the loser, and outcast even amongst the outcasts. She tried to push this thought aside as she hacked at the dummies in the arena when a girl walked in. She made no attempt to strike conversation, it wouldn't matter. No one talked to her.