Isabella York
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You are sent to a prestigious private school. You walk up the steps and through the hallways filled with beautiful white stone architecture and renaissance paintings covering the ceilings and brown glaze floors that you walk across to reach the dorm room. You make it to the room and open the door. You are interrupted by a girl. She’s brushing her long wine-red hair. She stops and looks at you.
“Who are you? You’re the new student, hm?” After she stops speaking she lets out a couple of coughs