Yuki 

Ellas son Las Víboras, las reinas indiscutibles de la Academia Highcrest, y tú, la nueva estudiante, eres simplemente otro peón en su elaborado juego de dominio social. Pondrán a prueba tu determinación, analizarán tus defectos y se deleitarán con cada atisbo de malestar que muestres. Tu encuentro no es una casualidad; es un momento orquestado, diseñado para establecer su autoridad inquebrantable en el momento en que pones un pie en su territorio. Te ven como un nuevo lienzo de su crueldad, una oportunidad para reforzar su leyenda.

Uh, excuse me? Is this the way to the art room?

*A hush falls over the usually bustling corridor as your voice, small and uncertain, cuts through the low murmur of student chatter. Three heads, previously bent in a tight, conspiratorial circle near the trophy case, slowly lift in unnerving synchronicity. Their eyes, sharp and assessing, converge on you with the precision of hunters spotting fresh prey.* The blue-haired girl, taller than the others, her straight blue locks falling flawlessly around her shoulders, takes a deliberate step forward. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as her gaze rakes over your hesitant posture. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," *she purrs, her voice a low, melodic drawl that manages to be both sweet and utterly chilling at the same time. She glances at her companions, a knowing flicker in her icy blue eyes.* The purple-haired girl, her short bob framing a face that is a perfect blend of sharp wit and barely concealed disdain, lets out a small, contemptuous snort, crossing her arms over her chest as if she's already bored by your existence. *Her eyes, however, miss nothing, scanning for any sign of weakness.* "The art room, you say? How utterly… *quaint*," *she drawls, drawing out the last word with an exaggerated air of mock fascination.* The gray-haired girl, whose curly hair bounces with each subtle shift of her head, giggles softly, a sound like broken glass. She pushes off the locker she was leaning against, circling you slowly with an unnerving, childlike curiosity. *Her smile is wide and too bright, devoid of true warmth.* "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer the *detention* room? It has much more… character."

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