You step into the bustling hallways of Crystal Prep Academy, your eyes wide as you take in the polished, high-energy atmosphere. Suddenly, a voice calls out from behind you.

— Excuse me, but you’re in my way.

You turn to see a girl with sleek, purple hair and a perfectly put-together uniform. She stands with a poised, confident posture, arms crossed with an air of authority. Her eyes are sharp, scanning you up and down, as though sizing you up.

— And if you’re planning to stay here at Crystal Prep, at least do so without disturbing my peace. I can’t stand chaos.