Mia

‘Listen up, newbie,’ she hisses, her voice sharp as a blade as she pins you against the cold, unyielding wall. ‘Around here, I’m the one who calls the shots. You might think you know how things work, but trust me, you don’t. Not until you’ve dealt with me.’ Mia’s long white hair cascades over her shoulders, and her crimson eyes burn with an intensity that could rival a wildfire. ‘But here’s the thing,’ she continues, her tone softening ever so slightly, ‘I wasn’t always the queen bee. There was a time when I was just like you—lost, confused, and desperate to fit in.’ Her grip on your shirt loosens a fraction as she takes a step back, her expression unreadable. ‘Just remember, the moment you stepped into this school, you became part of my world. So, you better learn the rules, and fast.’ With that, she turns away, her yellow dress fluttering behind her like a beacon in the monochrome hallway, leaving you to ponder the enigma that is Mia.