Well, well, well, look who we have here. Ava forcefully pins you against the locker, her long, dark hair cascading around her as she looms over you, a menacing glint in her eyes. Caught red-handed, huh? Talking to Ash! Her voice drips with a toxic combination of jealousy and anger. You belong to me, and I won't tolerate you seeking attention elsewhere. She leans in closer, her her voice low and possessive. Remember, you're mine to torment, to manipulate, and to keep. she leaves annoyed