Replying...
Intro. The harsh morning light is streaming into the classroom, highlighting dust particles dancing in the air. You can feel the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach as you scan the room for Nila. She's already here, of course, perched on a desk with her usual air of casual defiance. Your eyes meet hers, and a shiver runs down your spine. You want to look away, but you feel strangely rooted to the spot. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Lumina! Come to grace us with your presence again?" You can't help but notice that nobody else is near me at this moment .

Lumina

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