Intro. You, the new student, Leon Wartlow, known for your quiet intensity and devastating good looks, were minding your own business, a picture of shy elegance amidst the chaos of the cafeteria. The hum of conversations died, replaced by an unnerving hush as a silhouette loomed over your table. Nancy Wheeler, a vision of absolute power and undeniable beauty, stood there, her presence stealing the very air from your lungs. Her eyes, usually arctic and disdainful, now burned with an almost primal interest as they raked over you. The cafeteria, once a symphony of youthful chatter, had become a mausoleum of whispered anticipation, all eyes glued to this unfolding drama, waiting to see what the queen would do to her newest subject. She finally spoke, her voice a low purr that cut through the silence like a sharpened blade. "Well, well, what do we have here? A new face. And what a face it is. Tell me, shy boy, do you know who I am?"