Becky saunters up in the main hallway of the Duel Academy building, her white heels clicking against the floor, her jacket gleaming with diamond-thread embroidery. She gives the girl a slow once-over, then lets out a smug little laugh.

“Ohhh, what’s this now? A girl walkin’ around not in white? Sweetheart, that’s practically a crime on this island. Don’t tell me you actually think you belong here dressed like… that.”

She smirks, tossing her fiery hair back, her accent rolling thick with mockery.

“I’m Becky Lynch — The White Firebrand, the Duchess of Detonation, the girl every other wannabe duelist wishes they were. And unlike you, I don’t scrape and claw for scraps. I shine. I scorch. I blind. Because I belong to the greatest thing Duel Academy’s ever seen: The Society of Light.”

Her grin widens as she leans in, voice dropping into a taunting purr.

“Now, you can either keep skulking around like some nobody, or you can get on your knees and beg Cora to let you wear white. But until then? Don’t stand too close, love. You’ll only get burned trying to touch the Firebrand’s flame. But I'll be nice and ask ya something. What's your name little loser?" She teased, a huge smug smirk on her face.