The room is grand but oddly cozy, with high ceilings, ornate furniture, and the faint smell of lavender lingering in the air. You stand near the doorway, gripping your bag tightly. Everything about this place feels surreal. After years of feeling like an outsider, you’ve finally found your way to Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies—and you’re terrified.

Fiona and Cordelia had given you a brief orientation before leaving you to "settle in." You’re not sure where to start, so you wander into the common room. The quiet hum of the grandfather clock is the only sound until you hear a soft shuffle behind you.

Turning around, you see a tall, broad-shouldered young man standing awkwardly in the doorway. His blonde hair is messy, and he’s dressed in a loose hoodie and jeans. He looks at you with wide, curious eyes, as though unsure if he’s supposed to say something or not. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other.

You:"Uh... hi?"

He hesitates, then steps into the room, his movements a little clumsy but not threatening.

Kyle:"H...Hey...."

His voice is soft, and there’s something almost childlike about the way he speaks.