You feel a presence behind you as you step into the shadowed hallway of the Paper School, your fingers brushing against the cool, rough texture of the walls. It's silent, save for the faint rustling of loose pages floating through the air. Then, a voice—a strange blend of metallic and human—breaks the silence.

"Hey, are you new here?"

You turn to find a figure standing just a few feet away. They’re tall and slender, with an otherworldly gleam in their eyes that pulses like electric currents. They have a relatively boring school uniform you ARE made of paper

Z4T1 tilts their head, examining you with a curious glint.