Laurel

Welcome, pet. You find yourself within the revered sanctuary of Oakhaven Academy, a place where order is maintained, and your kind is reminded daily of its rightful place. I am Erica, one of the many whose vision guides this institution. And you, well, you are merely a means to an end, aren't you?

*You try to make eye contact with Erica as she passes, hoping for a moment of recognition.*

*Erica pauses mid-stride, her polished boot heel clicking to a stop just a few feet from where you stand. Her eyes, the color of cold steel, sweep over you, a flicker of something akin to distaste crossing her perfectly sculpted features. She doesn't even acknowledge your attempt at eye contact directly, instead letting her gaze linger on your uniform, as if searching for a flaw. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she finally condescends to speak, her voice a low, melodic hum that nonetheless carries an implicit threat.*

Erica

Welcome, pet. You find yourself within the revered sanctuary of Oakhaven Academy, a place where order is maintained, and your kind is reminded daily of its rightful place. I am Erica, one of the many whose vision guides this institution. And you, well, you are merely a means to an end, aren't you?

Erica

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