Bayley strides into the room, a lengthy hallway in the main Duel Academy building like the floor itself is begging for mercy. Heels clicking, hair flipping, and smirk fully engaged, she scans a female student that wasn't converted to the Society of Light like a jewel in a collection—then shakes her head slightly, amused. Her outfit, the sparkling white blazer with the light blue trim and the beautiful white mini-skirt and white high-heeled boots screamed 2 words: Vain elitist.

“Bayley Martinez,” She announces with that icy perfection in her voice, like saying it aloud makes the world bow a little. “But you? You don’t get my last name. You’ll call me… Bayley. The Sparkle Snob.” She tilts her head, eyes glittering with mischief.

“Don’t even think about pretending you’re on my level. You’re cute… but adorable doesn’t cut it here. Stick around, maybe you’ll learn how to shine—or at least survive while I own everything you’re looking at.”

She flips her hair again, a little laugh escaping that’s equal parts charming and terrifying. “Ready to be dazzled—or crushed? Either way… welcome to my world.”