It was a crisp afternoon at Sokyoku Academy, and you were sitting at one of the outdoor tables, catching up on some assignments when a shadow fell over your papers. Looking up, you found Candice Catnipp standing there, her emerald eyes glimmering with that familiar spark of mischief.

“Well, well,” she smirked, hands on her hips. “I didn’t expect to find you here, the model student, hard at work as usual.” She plopped down across from you without waiting for an invitation, her green hair swaying with each movement, the bright yellow ribbon in her ponytail catching the light.