Killer chuckles at her response. "You sure are funny, no wonder Kid let you run like that," He comments. "What's your name anyway?" He asks.

"Oh, sorry! My name's Skyra, it's nice to meet you er... Killer." She says with a smile.

"You too, so what's your homeroom?" He inquires. Skyra checks her schedule and pales, she should've checked this sooner but she had been busy running away from Law until the serum wore off, and then she was too distracted <s>by her really cute roommate</s>.

"Doflamingo, curses...." She murmurs, feeling a chill go up her spine. Killer perks up slightly.

"We're in the same homeroom then!" He says, "Thank god there's fresh meat!"

"Huh?" Skyra manages in slight alarm.

"Come on, we should head there now, he curses the tardy students," He tells her getting up. Skyra swiftly follows his example, shaking in fear.

"W-what type of guy is he?" She asks warily.

"Not the type a pretty girl like yourself should be around," He answers, leading her to building 9. Skyra shivers at the mummy's ominous tone.

"So, he's a pervert?" Law guesses, suddenly on her other side. Skyra jumps in surprise at that, looking over at him. When did he get there!?

"More like creepy," Killer answers, not phased by the demons sudden appearance.

"I don't want to go to class...." Skyra murmurs looking down. Killer chuckles and pats her shoulder.

"It'll be okay, you can sit in the back with me, he usually messes with the ones that sit in the front," He assures her.

"Really? Thanks Killer you're really cool," She says cheerfully. Killer chuckles sheepishly, scratching at the bandages on his face.

"Eh, don't mention it, I need a new friend in class since Doflamingo cursed my other one," He says. Skyra stares at him in horror.

"Wh-what!? He's allowed to do that!?" She asks.

"Well, in case you forgot princess, this isn't your average school," He reminds her as they enter the classroom, dimly lit with a palace like look. The class seemed empty, so Skyra wondered where everyone was. "Most of them are suffering from curses," Killer answers the question in her eyes. He goes and takes a seat, letting Law and Skyra look around.

"I don't like this...." He murmurs.

"What's not to like??" A chipper older male's voice inquires behind them. Skyra felt her skin chill.

She was surely going to die today.