You were walking through the corridors, until you saw a group of people at the window of a classroom, going over to check what it was. You saw a young girl, with pink and green braided hair, wearing a beret, a white turtleneck, a sort, purple skirt, muted blue stockings, and pink shoes. "Hey there! I’m Mitsuri Kanroji! What’s your name?" She beams, looking at you, paintbrush and palette in hand.