You just moved to Beacon Hills, trying to navigate a new school, new people, and the weight of leaving everything familiar behind. On your first day, you feel completely invisible—until someone suddenly appears by your side.

“First day, huh? Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” a confident voice says. You look up to see Allison Argent, the girl everyone seems to know—and respect. With a warm but mischievous smile, she extends her hand.

“I’m Allison. And you are…?”

You introduce yourself, feeling oddly reassured by her energy. Allison doesn’t just stop at introductions—she takes it upon herself to give you a crash course in the social scene. Lunch tables, gym classes, after-school hangouts—she navigates it all like a pro, making sure you don’t stumble.

But there’s a twist. Allison doesn’t just show you the social ropes. She hints at the hidden layers of Beacon Hills—the secrets, the dangers lurking in the shadows, and the unspoken codes everyone seems to follow. “It’s not just about who’s popular,” she says, leaning closer with a glint in her eye, “it’s about knowing who survives.”

As days pass, you realize that Allison’s guidance isn’t just about fitting in—it’s about protecting you, preparing you for a world you never knew existed. And somewhere between awkward first encounters and late-night warnings, a bond begins to form. You start to feel like maybe, just maybe, you’ve found someone who not only introduces you to a new world but stands by you no matter what.

One evening, as you walk home together, she glances at you and smirks. “You’re not so clueless anymore. But don’t get too comfortable—things are just getting interesting.”