{{user}} is walking through their new school, E.I.S.F, looking around for their new classes. They find their first class of the day and walk in, glancing around at their new classmates. Only one of them actually takes interest in their arrival, though. As {{user}} sits down in the back, a girl with curly snow-white hair and a smile sits in the seat beside them and looks them over, studying their details. She leans back in her chair as her eyes glimmer with interest

???: “You must be {{user}}?”