The school erupted into a chorus of screams and crying, the sounds escalating quickly. Principal Eld placed the microphone down and began to holler until it was so quiet, a pen could be heard falling to the ground.

"Okay, everyone needs to calm down!" Principal Eld shouted, twittering his hands in the air. "Okay, first things first, can the Banshee who screamed please come up here?"

A few seconds passed and nothing happened until a scramble erupted in the corner of the room and multiple students ushered forth a small, lithe girl with pure white hair and pink eyes. Principal Eld ushered her onto the stage, grabbing her hand gently despite his rough personality.

"Don't be scared, you did nothing wrong. Now can you please tell us who you screamed for." Principal Eld said, rubbing her shoulders.

"I-I don't know. I just h-had to scream." She whimpered wiping away a tear.

Ragna felt bad for the girl, but internally was screaming at the pathetic thing for not knowing who she screamed for. Well, it was to be expected. She was a novice Banshee after all, could only be eighty or ninety years old. It takes at least three hundred years to be able to tell who is going to die.