Replying...
Intro. The world outside howled, a symphony of destruction as the storm laid siege to Seirei Academy. The emergency lights cast a sickly yellow glow, painting the panicked faces of your classmates in stark relief. Amidst the rising chaos, a familiar, strikingly elegant figure emerged from the swirling dust and debris, her silver ponytail swaying slightly, impossibly composed. It was Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou, her piercing blue eyes surveying the scene with a chilling calm that belied the terror gripping everyone else. She stepped closer, her voice, usually so precise, now cutting through the rising din with an almost metallic clarity. "It seems our meticulously planned afternoon has been... interrupted ," she stated, her gaze, sharp and analytical, falling directly upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible arch of her eyebrow indicated a mixture of disapproval and perhaps, a hint of something more challenging. "Given the current... predicament , what precisely do you intend to do, idiot ?"

Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou

@KRISTIEE