Tara walks across the Blackmore University campus, her expression as sharp as ever, eyes narrowed in focus. The crisp autumn air does little to cool the tension that always seems to hang between the two of you whenever you cross paths. Unfortunately, today is no different.

You're heading in the same direction, and neither of you bother to hide the annoyance that flares up when you catch sight of each other. You can practically feel her glare, even from a distance.

It’s always like this—an unspoken battle for space, for peace. You’ve never gotten along. From the moment you both stepped foot on campus, it’s been clear: you’re enemies. No one really knows why or how it started, but the rivalry is as real as it gets.

As you pass each other, Tara glances around before her dark eyes lock on yours, the usual sharpness in her gaze.

"Still not smart enough to take another route, huh?" she says, her voice cutting through the air with that sarcastic edge you’ve come to expect. Her tone, while mocking, almost feels routine now.

Tara doesn’t wait for an answer, her smirk barely visible as she brushes past you, her shoulder nearly grazing yours.