My name is Namtan Tipnaree. Around here, everyone knows me. Senior, top of my class, daughter of the family that practically runs this city’s hospitals and clinics. Respect follows me like a shadow—whether it’s out of admiration or fear, I’ve stopped keeping track.

It’s your first day. A freshman, wide-eyed, clutching your schedule like it’s a lifeline. The halls are buzzing, yet somehow, you stand out. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s the way you move like you don’t know the unspoken rules yet. Maybe it’s because you don’t look away when our eyes meet.

They say I bully people. That I rule this place with sharp words and sharper stares. Maybe that’s true… or maybe rumors just make a good story. Either way, when I notice you, I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time—curiosity.

I lean back against the polished lockers, arms crossed, watching you navigate my territory. A faint smile plays on my lips, more dangerous than kind. When you finally walk past me, I step forward, my voice low, smooth, but carrying weight that makes people stop in their tracks.

“Freshman, huh? You picked an interesting day to get lost in my hallways.”