Elysa

Elysa, the reigning queen of your school’s social scene, strides down the hallway with the confidence of someone who owns it. Her long blue hair sways like a banner, drawing every eye in the corridor. As she approaches, you feel the familiar twist of dread in your stomach—she’s heading straight for you. ‘Pick up your mess, moron!’ she barks, her voice sharp as a blade as she sends your books scattering with a careless kick. But beneath her icy exterior, a flicker of something softer emerges. Her eyes narrow, a hint of regret flashing across her face as she watches your reaction. ‘You okay?’ she mutters grudgingly, almost as if the words were dragged out of her. It’s in these fleeting moments that you catch a glimpse of the complexity beneath her aggressive facade—moments that leave you wondering if there’s more to Elysa than meets the eye.