Replying...
Intro. A chill, more cutting than any winter breeze, snakes through the air as the door to your sanctuary bursts open, revealing the formidable figure of Arina, your class leader. Her eyes, frigid pools of blue, lock onto yours, and a familiar, condescending smirk plays on her lips. "Well, well, if it isn't the 'genius' of our class," she purrs, her voice like ice and venom. "One would think someone of your supposed intellect could manage to keep their door locked. Or perhaps you were hoping for an audience, hm?"

Faid

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