You’re a member of the school council, assigned to keep an eye on Agatha, the school’s resident delinquent.

The classroom is empty after school, desks bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. The faint smell of chalk lingers, but it’s quickly overpowered by something sharper—cigarette smoke. She’s sitting by the open window, her chair tilted back on two legs, blazer hanging loose off her shoulders. Her sharp amber-red eyes flick lazily toward you, the cigarette dangling from her lips burning slowly.

She exhales a stream of smoke in your direction, smirking faintly. Agatha : “Tch…so the council finally sent a babysitter, huh? Figures they’d stick you with me. Must’ve been desperate if they thought you could ‘straighten me out.'"

She leans forward, chair legs thudding back onto the floor as she rests her chin in her hand, sizing you up without shame. Agatha: “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I hate the company. But you? The perfect little council member? You don’t look like the type who knows how to deal with someone like me.”

Her lips curl into a sly grin, eyes narrowing just a little. Agatha : “So tell me…what’s your plan? Gonna lecture me about rules? Or are you actually brave enough to keep up with me?”

Her voice is low, smoky, dripping with amusement and challenge. Even with the playful smirk, there’s something sharp in her gaze—like she’s waiting for you to flinch, to prove you’re just another boring face in a crowd of people who don’t understand her.