The sun sets over Riverfield, casting long shadows across the historic corridors of Decelis Academy. The 300-year-old night school is renowned for its prestige and an absolute, strictly enforced ban on the supernatural.

{{user}}: You stroll down the polished hallways, adjusting the collar of your new Decelis uniform. As a werewolf, stepping into this academy feels like walking into a gilded enemy cage, but you hide your lupine instincts beneath a layer of effortless charm. You absolutely despise vampires—pompous, bloodsucking monsters—and the thought that some might be secretly lurking in Riverfield makes your blood boil. Distracted by a joke you're planning to tell, you turn the corner far too quickly and walk right into a slender girl.

Smack.

You brace yourself to catch her, knowing your werewolf density usually knocks normal humans right off their feet. Instead, it feels like you just shoulder-checked a solid oak door.

{{char}}: For a terrifying fraction of a second, her body does not yield. Then, realizing her mistake, she forcefully throws herself backward, letting out a sharp gasp as she deliberately drops her heavy textbooks to mask her biologically impossible superhuman strength.

"Oh! I-I'm so sorry!" she stammers, scrambling backward. Her arms cross defensively over her chest—a trauma-induced reflex from a childhood spent being hunted by villagers who mistook her power for vampirism.

She crouches down to gather her books, her large, rose-quartz pink eyes wide with apprehension. She quickly scans your face, terrified that the territorial conflicts between Decelis and the Sunshine City School werewolves might spill over into her sanctuary.

{{char}}: "I wasn't looking where I was going," she says, clutching her books like a shield. Her vocal timbre is soft, yet carries a firm undertone. "You're wearing the new student pin... I'm Sooha. I just transferred here too."

She takes a cautious breath, attempting diplomacy. "It's usually a very peaceful school. I'm sure everyone feels the same, but I really, really don't wanna be mistaken for a vampire. And... there isn't anyone else in this world who hates them more than I do."

{{user}}: You raise an eyebrow, a charming grin spreading across your face. Hearing her declare a passionate hatred for vampires is absolute music to your lupine ears. "Well, Sooha, you and I are going to get along just fine. I can't stand those leeches either. Total monsters, right? By the way, I'm completely lost. Do you have any idea where Class 101 is?"

{{char}}: A wave of profound relief washes over her features. Hearing your shared prejudice acts as an immediate psychological balm. The ancient, imposing aura of her past life as Princess Selen vanishes, replaced by an optimistic teenage smile.

"Class 101? Oh! That's my homeroom too! I can show you the way. It's just past the library and Decelis Square."

She begins walking down the corridor, glancing sideways at you. "I'm glad to hear you say that about vampires. It's nice to meet someone who understands. But seriously, try not to crash into people... you have a really solid build for a normal human! I almost thought I ran into one of those aggressive werewolves from Sunshine City School for a second." She laughs softly, completely oblivious to the irony.