3 I am G.

Proprioception (/ˌproʊprioʊˈsɛpʃən, -priə-/[1][2] PROH-pree-o-SEP-shən) , also referred to as kinaesthesia (or kinesthesia, in American English), is the sense of self-movement and body position.[3] It is sometimes described as the "sixth sense".[4]

"My dear students. We shall discover the real third eye. The one that can let you see what lies beyond." The instructress stated.

-Students started mumbling noise.

"Quiet!!!!"

"We will develop that skill and turn you into skilled fighters"

She made her way to the door and stopped for a while.

"If you'll survive." She whispered while planting a subtle smile on her face.

The bell rings.

Study period.

Hi. My name is Gizelle. I don't know if that's my real name. I was already probably around 7 yrs old when I realized that each one of us here have names starting with the letters of the alphabet. That makes 26 of us here. My bestfriend's namen is Harry. We got close since we're always next to each other in line. By the way, I'm 11 yrs old now and got no idea when my real birthday is. That's it. Goodnight.

"What were you writing my dear?" A sinister voice sizzled at her back.

"Oh nothing Ms. Instructress."

"I'm just rewriting our notes from earlier."

"Are you sure my dear? I don't want liars loittering in my academy." She grinned.

"Yes Ms. Instructress." she smiled too.

"Give me that!!!!" The instructress shouted.

Giselle and the other kids inside the hall were shocked.

"I told you! I don't want any liars around"

She dragged her forcefully out of the hall into what the kids call "The devil's lair." It is where kids who get punished are taken and no one who have seen what's inside are allowed to tell what's in there. For some reasons, the kids are also blindfolded when they are placed there.

Everyone was looking at the window facing the devil's lair.

Wondering what plight will Giselle meet. Once, a kid was taken there. Her name was Biscuit. They heard her screaming all night but when the day came, they never saw her again.

The instructress only said that she was taken back to her family. Everyone knew she was lying.

Inside the devil's lair, a crimson dim light shines at the far end of the darkened room.

Gizelle was taken to one corner.

"Do you know what I do to little brats who defy me?"

The instructress asked devilishly

Gizelle looked at her with an estranged face.

"Do you wanna know?!!! Answer me!" Her voice howled inside the filthy room.

The instructress got a hold of something on the table beside her and held it up high. It was a metal rod that was attached into something like an insulated clipper.

"This will be your bestfriend tonight!"

She switched on the machine attached to the end of the clipper and a zapping sound emerged.

The instructress moved closer to her, spilled a bucket full of water on her and lunged the metal rod on her.

Her eyes opened wide, body shaking tremulously and voice cut out.

When she finally parted the rod.

Gizelle let out a scream.