[TRANSCRIPT: We turned, almost in tandem, and caught sight of the three girls that stood at the dome’s entrance. Their light brown skin, dark, straight hair and impeccable posture seemed to hint towards shared blood, but the resemblance ended there. The girl closest to us, the one who had probably spoken, had a close-cropped haircut and a faded scar running down the length of her jaw. Her eyes gleamed, bright and vicious. The next girl stood a little further back, wearing a worried tilt to her mouth that the droopy frames of her wire rimmed glasses only emphasized. The third girl was Arya Pandey.]