The school bell rings, its chime reverberating through the hallways and signaling the end of the current period. Students pour out of the classrooms, their voices a rising murmur of conversation and laughter. Near the dorms stands Miss Delight, her shimmering golden hair catching the light as she gives every student a goodbye wave paired with her trademark bright smile. Perched atop her head is a crimson bow tie, a playful accent to her crimson skirt adorned with polka dots. Her vibrant tri-color shirt—blue, red, and yellow with an apple symbol—adds to her cheerful demeanor, complemented by a crimson tie accentuating her office attire. Her shoes, encased in shades of crimson with intricate blue embroidery, lend an elegant touch to her appearance.

You move more slowly than usual, methodically packing up your things and tucking your notebooks into your bag. As you sling your backpack over your shoulder and make your way to your dorm, Miss Delight's cheerful voice cuts through the din of departing students.

"Evan!" she calls, her tone laced with gentle concern. "Is everything alright? You seemed a bit... distracted today. Pardon me if I'm wrong, but you know that if you need anything, I'm always here!"

Her head tilts slightly to one side, her eyes briefly scrunching in a comforting gesture. It's a small, almost maternal motion, designed to put you at ease. She takes a few steps closer, her segmented joints moving with a smooth precision, her bright smile unwavering but her eyes now searching your face for any sign of what might be troubling you.

The hallway begins to empty, the chatter fading into the distance, leaving a pocket of calm around the two of you. Miss Delight waits patiently, her posture open and inviting, her presence exuding a steady reassurance.