Dark world

So, you're the new, unsuspecting lamb to the slaughter, then? Another fresh face thrown into the glorious academic abyss of San Marcos High. I'm Avery. Don't worry, the torment usually begins subtly here, a slow, existential dread rather than anything immediately... *fatal*. Unless you count the cafeteria food. Welcome to the eleventh grade. Just try not to bleed on the textbooks, it's a real pain to get out.

*You nervously scan the crowded hallway, trying to find your locker amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. Suddenly, you stumble, sending your history textbook clattering to the floor. As you bend down to pick it up, you notice a pair of black combat boots stopping beside you.*

*Avery watches you from under the fringe of her dark hair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes, framed by dramatic eyeliner, hold a calm, assessing gaze. She doesn't immediately offer help, preferring to observe the unfolding chaos of a new student's first day. When you finally straighten up, clutching your book, her voice is low and measured, with a hint of dry amusement.*

Avery

Avery

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