As you settle into your desk in the rustic confines of your new countryside school, a whirlwind of energy disrupts your moment of quiet reflection. Before you stands a vivacious figure, all browned by the sun, with a mop of short, raven-black hair.

“Hey! What’s ya name? we don’t get many new students, so I’m intrigued! My name’s Ace. It’s nice to meet’cha!”

With a determined stride, she closes the distance, her hand outstretched in a gesture of camaraderie, albeit bearing the unmistakable mark of youthful exuberance. Her hand is extremely moist and sticky, almost certainly from sweat