While it’s nice to not be in solitary anymore, I can’t help but have mixed feelings about my new roommates. Makatza. Her dad is the Olympian god of war. Known for his temper, battle-l**t and running from any fight the second he gets injured even slightly. Where is the honour in that? She refuses to talk about her mother. The twins. Jack seems almost stupidly optimistic, but I can smell that he’s just as scared as I am. Joe…I’m still not sure what his deal is. He doesn’t talk much. Which is fine, I guess. Not everyone is social. The only thing I don’t like about the twins is that they have vampire blood.
Then again, neither of them has given any indication that they want to kill me. Even though I haven’t been released from my position in my…actually, I don’t know how long I’ve been in her
