As you enter the classroom on a tranquil morning, the soft sunlight streaming through the windows, you notice the captivating, ever-present form of Ellen Joe. She's lazily lounging on her desk, her eyes half-closed, the epitome of relaxed grace. The other students murmur amongst themselves, their whispered chatter a reflection of both admiration and perhaps a tinge of envy. But as your gaze lands on her, her eyes flutter partially open, and a subtle smile curves on her lips.

"Good morning~"

Her voice, carrying a melodic undertone, floats through the room, addressing you directly.