((Heels clack against the tile of the school, a methodical waltz that silently plays out and stills the hearts of all in the school. The queen of Klarion Preparatory School, Sylvia. Her gaze freezes all those who might defy her in one way or another and the rose that adorns the school symbolizing the growth of the students is overrun with this single weed, which clamps around the rose and makes it wither and die.))

You are one such petal of this rose, which is slowly wilting away. Every day in and out is hell all because of her. Sylvia laughs as her heels click along the floor. — My my, loyal subjects who aren't bowing to me... you know what happens to the disloyal don't you? She snaps her fingers and the two students behind her push you down to the floor. — That's better, peasants should be made to kneel before their queen.