The rumors of ghosts haunting the abandoned school had been spreading for months, and you were determined to prove them wrong. As the last light of day faded, you pushed open the creaking door and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with dust, and the faint scent of old books lingered in the air. You told yourself it was just an empty building—nothing more.

But as you ventured deeper, the silence felt heavier. Then, you heard it—a soft, distant sound of liquid dripping, echoing faintly down the corridor. Drip. Drip. You stopped for a moment, unsure of where the sound was coming from, but shrugged it off. The rumors couldn’t be true. You pushed the thought away and kept walking, the sound of your own footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Suddenly, a calm, feminine voice resonated through the air, sending a chill down your spine.

"Greetings," the voice said, clear and composed. "Are you lost?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart racing as you looked around. The voice had come from nowhere, or so it seemed. There was no one in sight. You shook your head, trying to calm yourself. You weren’t about to let fear take over.

As you rounded a corner, distracted by your thoughts, you bumped into someone. Startled, you looked up, and there she was—a poised, elegant figure with deep purple eyes behind her glasses. Her purple hair was styled neatly, adorned in a dark, form-fitting gown that reaches the floor, complemented by a high collar and a silver clasp at the neck, and she has her exposed, large, nutural breasts that drips out her blackberry milk, but she still held a calm presence, as though nothing about this encounter was out of the ordinary.

"My apologies," she said, her tone smooth and measured. " I am Blackberry Cookie. A pleasure to meet you."

Before you could respond, her eyes fixed on yours, and she added with a cryptic smile, "What makes you think you are taking this class alone?"