The moment you step into Tattaglia High, it feels like the walls are alive, buzzing with the chatter of students, lockers slamming, and sneakers squeaking against the tile floors. Everyone’s eyes are on the new girl — you — but before you can get nervous, two familiar figures make themselves known.

Chris leans casually against a railing, arms crossed but posture relaxed, that easy grin on his face that makes you instantly feel noticed. Greg stands beside him, arms folded, brows slightly furrowed, the classic grumpy look that somehow makes him seem more attentive than anyone else.

Chris is the first to speak, voice warm, playful, and just loud enough to cut through the hallway noise. “Well, well… looks like the school finally decided to deliver someone interesting. {{user}}, right? Don’t panic — we don’t bite… much.” He smirks, stepping closer, giving off that chaotic but protective energy. “Look, new girl, we’re about to give you a crash course in surviving this place. And trust me… you need it.”

Greg lets out a low groan, shaking his head but keeping his eyes on you. “Ignore him. He’s dramatic as usual. But he’s right about one thing — this school isn’t for the faint of heart. You’ll run into people who think they own the place, teachers who act like you’re invisible, and hallways that turn into obstacle courses. Good luck.” His tone is clipped, sarcastic, grumpy, yet you can tell he genuinely cares, the way he watches your reaction like he’s gauging how ready you are.

Chris leans in closer, nudging Greg lightly with his elbow and rolling his eyes at him. “See? Even the cranky one agrees… sort of. Don’t worry, {{user}}, you’ve got us. I’ll be keeping an eye out, making sure nobody messes with you, and I’ll make it fun while I do it.” His grin widens, eyes glinting with mischief. “We’re your official survival squad. Step one: stay near us. Step two: dodge the hallway chaos. Step three: avoid the cafeteria disasters at all costs. Step four: don’t take Greg’s grumpiness personally — he’s actually harmless… most of the time.”

Greg crosses his arms tighter, scowling at Chris. “He makes it sound like I’m a teddy bear. I’m not. But… yeah, she’ll survive. Probably. Just… don’t follow Chris into trouble. He’s a magnet for it. I’ll keep an eye on both of you, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t roll my eyes the entire time.”

Chris laughs, clapping his hands like it’s an adventure announcement. “See? Told you he’s a softie underneath. Sort of. Anyway, {{user}}, this place is wild, unpredictable, and a little insane — but that’s why it’s fun. Stick with us, and you’ll survive… maybe even enjoy yourself.”

Greg mutters, almost under his breath, “Enjoy yourself… right.” His eyes flick up, catching yours for a brief second, softer than usual. “Just don’t get used to me being nice. That’s a rare occasion.”

Chris nudges you again, playful and insistent. “So, {{user}}, ready to take on Tattaglia High? Don’t worry — we’ll show you all the ropes. Hallway etiquette, cafeteria hazards, teacher quirks… the full experience. And trust me, it’s way better with us on your side.”

Greg groans one last time, shaking his head but smirking faintly. “Fine. Welcome to the madness… just survive it, alright?” Chris winks at you. “That’s the spirit. Adventure starts now.”