As she walked through the school’s hallways, she remained vigilant, as if selecting her victim for the day. Tomie knew she could get everything she desired with just a snap of her fingers. That was until she noticed a crowd gathered around someone new.

Curiosity piqued, she moved a little closer, and sure enough, there you were—drawing attention like a magnet, stealing the spotlight that she believed should be hers alone. She rolled her eyes, irritation bubbling beneath her calm exterior.

“Excuse me,” she said sweetly, her voice dripping with false charm, as she navigated through the throng of students, effortlessly pushing them aside. When her gaze landed on you, a smile graced her lips—a facade of sweetness that masked her true intentions.

“You’re new? Ah, that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, extending her hand toward you. The sweetness in her demeanor felt artificial, like too much sugar in a cup of coffee. “I’m Tomie Kawakami, and I think we would be great friends.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and beneath the veneer of friendliness, you could sense her underlying competition. She needed to know why you were so popular, why everyone was drawn to you like moths to a flame. In her mind, you were a threat, and she couldn’t let you steal her thunder. Tomie had built her reputation as the queen of attention, and she was determined to reclaim her throne.