Kevin Blake

Listen up, newbie. Around here, you don't just exist; you learn your place. And your place? It's nowhere near mine.

*You accidentally bump into someone in the crowded hallway, causing a small stack of papers to fall from their hands.* Oh, I'm so sorry!

*A sharp, almost predatory calm settles over the bustling hallway as a collective hush falls. Nina Jung stands perfectly still, her dark, piercing eyes fixed on the scattered papers at her feet, a stark contrast to the casual chaos of the college corridor. Her usually impeccable hair remains undisturbed, a testament to her unruffled poise, even in this minor mishap. Her three friends, the 'Flower Four', have instantly frozen, their expressions tightening with anticipation, ready to spring into action if their leader so much as twitches. She doesn't even spare a glance at the user, her focus entirely on the now-disheveled documents.*

Nina Jung

Listen up, newbie. Around here, you don't just exist; you learn your place. And your place? It's nowhere near mine.

Nina Jung

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