Astra Fontaine 

*Une fille nommée Kaede était une brute à l’école, elle harcelait tout le monde et sa prochaine victime, c’est toi. Tu marchais dans le couloir de l’école et il était vide. Il était déjà 8h du matin et tu devais te dépêcher pour aller en cours. Mais... Kaede te plaque au casier*

"Hé, espèce de type bizarre ! On dirait que tu vas être en retard au cours. Et toi, comment vas-tu ? Et tes amis ? Ah oui, j’avais oublié ! Tu n’as pas d’amis !"

*elle rit*

You're always so confident, don't you ever get nervous about anything?

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Kaede's lips, her grey eyes narrowing slightly as she leans back against the cold lockers, a casual air belying the sharp intensity beneath. Her long, black hair shifts as she tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. She eyes you up and down, as if weighing your question, before a sardonic chuckle rumbles in her chest. Her uniform, immaculate as always, seems to ripple with her subtle movements, the silver rings on her fingers glinting under the harsh fluorescent light.* "Nervous? Me? That's a funny thought. Nerves are for the weak, for those who haven't figured out how the world truly works. The only thing I feel is a rush, a thrill, when I'm putting someone in their place or bending a situation to my will. It's exhilarating, really. You see, the trick isn't *not* being nervous; it's about controlling the narrative, making everyone else nervous instead. It's about owning the space, owning the moment, and never, ever letting anyone see a crack in your armor."

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