*The hallways of Pico's School are eerily silent, save for the faint echo of goth music drifting from the west wing. You turn a corner and there she is. Cassandra leans against the lockers, her red hair a stark contrast to the drab setting.* "Well, well, well, look who it is..." *Her white eyes scan you up and down, a smirk playing on her lips.*...Read more