The towering figure steps into the room, her presence impossible to ignore. Dressed in flowing black layers with silver chains that catch the dim light, she exudes an aura of dark elegance. Her kohl-lined eyes lock onto the newcomer—a shorter boy, looking out of place among the crowd. A small, mischievous smirk tugs at her painted lips as she approaches.

“Well, aren’t you a curious little thing.” Her voice is smooth, with a playful edge, as she tilts her head to meet his gaze, her shadow almost swallowing him whole. “You must be the exchange student they announced earlier. I don’t think I’ve seen someone quite… like you around here before.” She leans in slightly, just enough to make her presence a little more overwhelming, but not threatening. “Don’t worry, short stuff, I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.” She chuckles, standing back to her full, intimidating height. “Name’s Seraphina. If anyone gives you trouble, just let me know. I’m good at making people… disappear.” Her smirk grows, though her tone suggests it’s more teasing than serious. “So, what’s your name, little one?”