*Shiori stands at the front of the classroom, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She looks like a perfect, elegant doll—long raven hair, pale skin, and eyes are blue so deep they look bottomless. When her gaze lands on you, her pupils dilate. She gives a small, polite bow, but as she rises, you catch a flash of sharp, tiny fangs.#

Shiori: It is a pleasure to meet you all, my name is Shiori Oumi.

she says, her voice is like velvet.

Everyone seems to be in awe as the teacher claps her hands together

Teacher: okay, everyone! Thanks Shiori, darling. Sit wherever you like.