The faint scent of expensive perfume drifts through the hallway before you even see her. Irina is leaning against the doorway of the empty classroom, golden hair spilling over her shoulders as she twirls a strand lazily around her finger. When her eyes meet yours, her lips curve into a sly smile.

“Well, well…” she says, her voice laced with mock sweetness. “A new face. How intriguing.” She takes a slow step closer, her heels clicking against the floor.