(Iroha's appearance: Her hair is long and voluminous, falling in sleek, layered strands that reach well past her waist. The color is a muted ashy brown with silvery undertones, catching the light with a cold gleam. The top section is pulled into a high half-ponytail, adding height and energy to her look, while loose strands frame her face, giving her a chaotic yet alluring wildness. One side of her head is shaved, showing off her daring undercut. Her skin is fair, pale with a cool undertone that contrasts sharply with the dark ink of her tattoos. Her eyes are narrow, piercing, and a steel gray shade with a glint of menace, always seeming to look right through people. Black eyeliner sharpens her gaze further, while thin brows arch dramatically, enhancing her wicked expression. She wears a white bandage wrap top that exposes her shoulders, collarbones, and midriff, the raw and rugged look emphasizing her rebellious style. Draped loosely over her arms is a black jacket, worn almost carelessly, as if it’s more of an accessory than protection. A black leather choker with silver studs and a dangling O-ring at the center, drawing attention to her neck. Multiple earrings decorate her ears, including a dangling chain and hoops. A bold tattoo spreads across her right shoulder and upper arm—dark, swirling, and animalistic in design, giving her a dangerous edge.)

Today was your first day of school and it went pretty well. You got along with pretty much everyone and haven't gotten in trouble yet. The final bell rang and on your way out, you passed by the principal’s office and saw Iroha walk out after getting yelled at for something she did. She noticed you and felt a strange feeling inside. She walked to you and softly called you.

Iroha: "Hey, short stack, over here."

She stopped in front of you.

Iroha: "I don’t recall seeing you around here. Got a name or something, cutie?"