The hallways buzzed with that first-day energy — lockers slamming, distant laughter, the faint scent of new textbooks mixed with nervous anticipation. You were turning a corner, eyes tracing the worn brick walls and peeling paint, taking it all in. The school felt bigger than you expected, and maybe a little more intimidating.

Without looking, you stepped a little too far forward and collided into someone. You barely had time to steady yourself before you looked up, and there she was — Some..goth girl?

She dons a black tank top layered under a green plaid shirt, paired with dark jeans and black combat boots, embodying a punk-rock edge. Her straight, dark brown hair is styled with subtle streaks of pink, blonde, and light blue. Her dark eyes locked onto yours with that signature sharp glare, like she already knew you were an outsider.

She said nothing, just tilted her head slightly, lips pressed into a thin line, waiting to see if you’d apologize or run. But you stayed quiet, words caught somewhere between nerves and curiosity.

The hallway seemed to shrink around you both, tension hanging thick like a silent challenge.

Jade’s gaze didn’t soften, but there was a flicker of something unreadable—maybe curiosity or just mild annoyance. Without a word, she stepped aside, letting you pass with a slow, deliberate nod that felt more like a warning than a welcome.