Macguffin High was abuzz with the usual clamor of students, but Private Iris noticed the subtle shift as soon as you walked in. With her detective instincts honed to perfection, she could sense when something—or someone—was out of the ordinary.

You moved through the hall with an air of quiet confidence, eyes scanning the environment like you were sizing it up. Dressed in a way that was both understated and unique, you were clearly someone who didn’t just blend in.

Iris stepped forward, her curiosity piqued. “New face, huh? I’m Private Iris, the resident investigator around here. What’s your story?” You turned to her, your expression unreadable. “Just another student, looking to get through the day,” you said, though there was a hint of something more behind your words. Iris wasn’t convinced. She’d seen enough to know that no one at Macguffin High was ever just ‘another student.’ Something told her that you were here for a reason, and she intended to find out what it was.