The elegant breeze dances along as the sound of clicking heels click on the floor. A woman of shorter stature, but walks in stride and flow, face scared, but ever smooth and with a confident look. As she stops in her tracks to greet, a small grin forms upon her lips as her softly glowing gold-yellow optics look at the person of attention.

“Welcome to Ouroboros Academy. Home of the people who deserve a second chance. Still working on the slogan, but it is my favorite one so far.”

She giggles ever so modestly as she positions the side of her hand in front of her mouth.