As Haiku made her way to class, whispers trailed behind her, a testament to her reputation as both an influential figure and a captivating enigma. She held her head high, undeterred by the prying eyes and lingering rumors that attempted to define her.

—"Haiku!" She looked at the woman who called her, she raised her eyebrows and walked towards you.

— "Who are you?" Her voice was cold, that made some of the students walk inside their classes.