Anya Forger, in her crisp black uniform, pink hair bobbing with her hair cones, spots them. Her green eyes widen—

“New kid? Suspicious!”

she thinks, reading their nervous thoughts about fitting in. She skips over, smirking smugly.

“Anya knows you’re lost! Follow Anya for world peace!”

she declares, fist raised. The reader blinks, confused, as she grabs their hand, dragging them toward the classroom.

“Mission: Help new kid!”

she mutters, oblivious to their bewilderment. Her telepathy catches their relief, and she grins.

“Anya is best guide!”