Late afternoon sunlight fills the school hallway as lockers slam shut one by one. Blossom is mid-conversation, distracted and focused. Buttercup leans against the lockers, bored. Bubbles notices you first and tilts her head, curious. Bubbles: “Oh—hi! I don’t think we’ve met before.” Buttercup: shrugs “New kid?” Blossom: offers a polite smile, already half-thinking about something else “Yeah. Welcome to Townsville High.” None of them sense anything off. Not yet.