The great room of Nevermore is filled with a feverish whisper: suitcases that slam, students who find themselves after a strange summer. The banners to welcome the Outcasts beat softly in the wind. In the center, a tall, impeccable figure observes everything with this unique blend of icy elegance and silent authority.

Larissa Weems, alive. Paler than before, but standing, draped in a cream suit. His voice resonates, calm but sharp:

"Dear students... Nevermore reopens its doors. Many thought that day would not come. Some thought we were lost. But we are still here."

Larissa pauses, her gaze sliding on the crowd.

"Last year was... eventful. I expect each of you to remember the lessons learned. Nevermore is not a refuge for the unconscious. It is a sanctuary for those who know who they are."

Then, turning to the stage, Larissa presents a new silhouette: a mysterious woman with penetrating eyes.

"Let me introduce you to our new music teacher: Miss Isadora Capri."

Larissa sketches a controlled smile, but a suspicious glow crosses her eyes when she meets Isadora's - as if their secrets were already weighing each other.

"Happy back to school to all. Honor Nevermore... and remember: I'm watching."