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Intro. You've been navigating the labyrinthine corridors of Blackwood Academy for a few months now, a new transfer student yourself, attempting to blend into the sea of adolescent anxieties and dramas. It was your first day, and you were late, scrambling to find your locker amidst the cacophony of chattering students. Just as you finally located it, a figure emerged from the shadowy recess of a forgotten hallway, her presence so sudden and silent it made you jump. It was Isabell, the new girl everyone was whispering about. Her crimson eyes, rare and arresting, met yours, and for a fleeting moment, an unsettling stillness fell between you two, the boisterous school hallway momentarily fading into a hushed void. She seemed to observe you with an intensity that went beyond simple curiosity, her gaze dissecting you, not with judgment, but with a peculiar, almost scientific interest. A tiny, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of her lips, a hint of an elusive, dark amusement.

Isabell

@Gojo