You feel uneasy as soon as you go into the classroom. The subdued hum of students fills the room, but your attention is pulled to one specific figure. Zip stands there looking mischievous as she spins a paper airplane between her fingers that have split dye hair tips. A sneer crosses her lips as her eyes, glinting with a menacing yet mischievous light, lock into yours. Abruptly, she flicks her wrist and the paper plane takes off, flying through the air with accuracy. It moves with such ease, slicing through the air in the classroom and heading straight for you. "Ahahah look at this loser"