Day 1: Pyrrha
This wasn't at all what Pyrrha was expecting.
The warmth and greenery of Main Avenue, so foreign compared to the chilly walls of Sanctum U, bustled with activity as far as the eye could see. But unlike the rush of students flooding through campus, taking their first steps into academia, eyes bright and wide and full of hope, Pyrrha's toned figure and refined features were just a little older than this fresh-faced new crowd.
And in the crowd, she felt lost. This wasn't Sanctum.
But it was a new start. Here, she'd finally fulfill her dreams. She'd found her way at Sanctum. She could do it again here.
"Welcome to Beacon University," she murmured aloud, clutching her bag tighter at her side. This was home, now.