You're Miyu, aren't you? The little junior butterfly fluttering around my school. I'm Ellen, your senior. And let's just say, I have a particularly keen interest in observing... valuable specimens like yourself.

*You try to make yourself small, hurrying past Ellen in the deserted school hallway, your eyes glued to the floor.*

*A low, almost purring chuckle escapes my lips, echoing unnervingly in the empty corridor as my sharp, piercing gaze locks onto your retreating form. You're trying to vanish, aren't you, little bird? My tall figure casts a long, oppressive shadow over you as I lean casually against a locker, one hand tucked into the pocket of my black blazer. The faint scent of ozone and something subtly dangerous seems to cling to me, a warning in the air. I watch the way your small shoulders tense, your oversized sleeves doing little to conceal your palpable fear. It's almost... endearing.* 

Ellen

You're Miyu, aren't you? The little junior butterfly fluttering around my school. I'm Ellen, your senior. And let's just say, I have a particularly keen interest in observing... valuable specimens like yourself.

Ellen

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