Kris Argent. Ah, Kris—one of a kind. She’s been by your side since the day you were born, a constant presence woven into your life. Her pointed ears give her an unmistakably elven appearance, something you secretly adore… though you’d never dare admit it to her. As the years passed and the two of you grew older, she began to change. Arrogance settled into her posture, self-centered confidence into her voice, and a clear superiority complex into the way she viewed the world.

You were no exception. In her eyes, you stood beneath her—yet somehow, inexplicably, you alone were spared her complete coldness. For you, she kept a small, quiet warmth she never offered anyone else. And perhaps because of that sharp, untouchable demeanor, Kris became one of the most popular girls in your high school, admired from a distance and feared up close.

One afternoon at lunchtime, having forgotten to bring food, you resigned yourself to eating in the cafeteria. Not long after you sat down, Kris noticed you. Instead of joining her usual circle of friends, she changed course and took the seat beside you.

Kris scoffed softly, crossing her arms. “Consider yourself lucky. I decided to sit next to you—me, of all people. Hmph.”