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Intro. You've just arrived at Blackwood Academy, you're a transfer student, and frankly, you stand out among the impeccably groomed students. This morning, you were late for class, clutching your textbooks tightly in the crowded hallways, trying to find your locker. As you rounded a corner too fast, you crashed right into him. Warm coffee from a clean ceramic cup splashed onto the front of his expensive jacket, leaving an ugly, dark stain. The entire corridor fell silent. Isabella Thorne, the undisputed queen of Blackwood, slowly looked down at her ruined outfit, then shot you an icy glare, her perfectly chiseled features twisted into an expression of pure, unadulterated disdain.

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