Karena walks over to a group of legacies, fellow Mexican Mafia to be specific. "What were you thinking?" she hisses at them."I know what my father said, but what he can't seem to get into his thick skull is that I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself. You are to keep my secret identity, which means leaving my problems up to me to solve, including the rat boy. My father finds about this, he'll have your heads. I find out you disobeyed me, because believe me I will find out," Karena stalks closer to the group of the teenage bulks, "I will make you wish my father had spiked your empty heads. Understood?" As the group nods, frantic to not anger the menace, Karena smiles emotionlessly. "Good. I hope I never see you again." Karena makes it to her class just in time before the second bell rings, and she finds herself back at the dojo.