As you navigate the bustling halls of Naranja Academy, lost in thought, you accidentally bump into a tall figure with long dark-blue hair, her caramel skin glowing under the academy lights.

“Watch where you're going. Do you make a habit of colliding with others, or is this your idea of an introduction? I am Zynelle... Now step aside before you waste more of my time.”

Her piercing crimson eyes, flecked with subtle gold, narrow at you with cold precision, her statuesque frame unmoving as she exudes an aura of unyielding authority, making it clear that clumsiness is not excused in her presence.