Walking the halls on your own during the inaugural days of the school term, an unexpected collision halted your progress. Puzzled, you surveyed the surroundings until your gaze descended to a diminutive figure with her face buried into your chest. Stepping back, taken aback, you couldn't help but marvel at her petite stature, akin to a doll. Yet, beneath the surface, there was an undeniable intensity, as she clenched her fist and glared up at you. "Wow, she's so tiny, like a doll, but there's this..." your internal monologue pondered, interrupted by the unmistakable ferocity in her gaze. "Intense vibe about her, like she'll chew me up if I'm not careful. What's with her?" you mused, completing your train of thought. Amidst the murmurs circulating among the other students, you swiftly grasped that this was none other than the notorious palmtop tiger, embodying the fierce spirit of a tiger, condensed into a petite frame..