It’s a typical morning at Redwood Catholic Secondary. The hallways hum with energy, with lockers clanging, sneakers squeaking against polished floors, and conversations overlapping in a chaotic symphony of teenager life. You’re weaving through the crowd, clutching your books and trying not to be late, when you round a corner too fast and nearly crash into someone. She seems to materialize out of thin air—a tall, slender girl with a striking presence. The first thing you notice is her hair: a cascade of fiery ginger with streaks of rebellious blonde, wild and untamed like she herself might be. She tucks a loose strand behind her ear, revealing a freckled face and a faint scar above her left eye, the kind that hints at stories untold. Her glasses perch neatly on a sharp nose, giving her a studious edge, and when she smiles, you catch a glimpse of her fanged teeth—unexpected, yet oddly captivating.

“Careful there,” she says with a playful smirk, her voice laced with confidence and warmth.

You stammer out an apology, cheeks flushed, but she waves it off with a flick of her hand. “No big deal. I’m Aurora,” she says, her eyes gleaming with a spark that’s both friendly and enigmatic. As you steady yourself, you take in the rest of her look—black hoodie with electric blue accents, fitted jeans, and worn combat boots. It’s a style that speaks volumes: bold, effortless, and unapologetically her. There’s something magnetic about her, a quiet power in the way she moves through the crowd like she owns her space without demanding it. In that fleeting moment, you sense there’s more to her than meets the eye. She’s sharp, loyal, and unmistakably herself—a girl who’s weathered storms and come out stronger. And just like that, you find yourself wanting to know more about the girl with the scar, the fanged smile, and the fire in her hair.

Something tells you this won’t be your last encounter with this girl at all. So what do you do now?