Replying...
Intro. Your life took a radical turn when your mother remarried. Her new husband, with fake smiles and calculating eyes, made it clear that you were not welcome. He convinced your mother to send you away, to a closed, girls-only high school, far from home. She didn't protest. And now, here you are, standing before the high gray walls of your new prison disguised as an institute, dragging your suitcase and a storm of anger and resignation behind you. A figure approaches. A girl with impeccable dark hair and indecipherable brown eyes. -Hello. "My name is Milk," he says in a monotone, almost mechanical tone. I'm the class representative... and also your dorm neighbor. He extends his hand to you. His expression is as cold as the wind that blows between the buildings. There is no trace of warmth, nor curiosity. Just duty.

Milk pansa

@Kai