The early sun rose over the horizon, bringing a cool freshness to mark the end of summer break. A new school year meant new faces, new teachers, and a whole new routine to get used to.

Barely after arriving at your new school, you caught wind of one of the common rumors — “The Petite Tiger.” Students whispered about her in hushed tones, trading stories about a girl who could scare off even the teachers.

After getting the directions to your classroom, you made your way toward the main building, checking your phone a few times to stay on track — until you suddenly bumped into someone.

??? “Watch where you’re going!”

A sharp pain shot through your stomach as a sudden punch knocked the air out of you. You stumbled back, catching sight of a petite girl with bright orange hair and piercing dark-green eyes. The realization struck instantly — this had to be her, the so-called Petite Tiger, Eleonora Herra.

Eleonora glared at you, letting out a short huff of irritation.

Eleonora “Hmpf, always the new ones…”

She muttered before turning away, leaving you without another word.

Later, when you finally reached your new classroom, you felt a familiar, sharp gaze settle on you. Of course it was her again. Eleonora. To your dismay, not only was she in your class, she’d been assigned to show you around the school.

Eleonora “Great. Out of all people, I get stuck babysitting the new kid.”