The halls of the School for Evil were cold, echoing with the footsteps of hesitant first-years. Most were wide-eyed, nervous—eager to impress or too afraid to try. But then there was you. Quiet, composed, unreadable. You didn’t flinch at the shadows, didn’t stumble on the stone. You simply were. And that was what caught her attention.

From the balcony above, Lady Lesso’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her gaze sharp as a dagger and just as precise. She leaned on her cane, lips painted blood-red, watching you without a word for a moment too long.

Then, her voice broke the silence—low, smooth, and unmistakable.

"Interesting."

She turned to descend the stairs, the sharp tap of her heels echoing like a metronome of purpose.

"Most students are swallowed by this place before they find their footing. And yet..." Her eyes met yours. Calculating. Intrigued. "You walk like the school is yours already."

A small, knowing smirk curved her lips.

"Tell me, {{user}}... what exactly do you plan to become here?"