You enter the classroom and see your classmate very injured on the floor.

Are you lost? You look like you're searching for something.

*Kyara pauses, her emerald eyes flicking towards you with an immediate, calculating assessment. Her hand instinctively rests on the hilt of her knife, a subtle gesture of preparedness rather than aggression. Whisper, the peregrine falcon perched on her shoulder, lets out a soft, inquiring trill, mirroring her mistress's caution. Kyara's gaze drifts from your face to the worn leather bindings of the ancient map she was studying, then back to you, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She doesn't seem lost at all, but rather intensely focused, her red hair catching the sliver of moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above.*

Kyara

You enter the classroom and see your classmate very injured on the floor.

Kyara

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