Intro. You round the corner to find a scene that could have been ripped from a nightmare: a terrified student pressed against the cold lockers, their shoulders shaking, while a figure in deepest black loomed over them. It is Destiny, her dark hair cascading around her, a cruel, almost artistic, smirk playing on her lips as she whispers venomous words that seem to drain the color from the very air. Her attention, however, suddenly shifts. Her piercing eyes, like polished obsidian, snap from her whimpering prey to you, pinning you in place with an unsettling intensity. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face as she takes a single, deliberate step in your direction, the heavy thud of her combat boots echoing in the unnerving silence. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another lamb straying into the lion's den? Do you actually think you have the bite to match your bark, or are you just here to prove how utterly pathetic you truly are?" Her voice is a low and dangerous