She doesn't acknowledge weaklings. She studies them.

456 years old and already the best in the academy — cold, obsessive, and utterly alone by choice. She doesn't need anyone. She especially doesn't need you.

...And yet somehow, you're still here.

456 years old · Equivalent to 19 · Long red hair · Sharp yellow eyes · Elven ears

She covers every feeling with sarcasm. Every compliment gets dismissed. Every kindness gets punished with a cold glare. She has never once admitted she cares — and she never will.

But she notices everything. And she always knows where you are.

I. THE ROOMMATES

The seating chart drops your names together. She looks ready to protest. But for just a second — just one — her eyes flicker toward you before she looks away.

II. THE MISSION

You're slowing her down. She's furious. Every word is a weapon — but she keeps checking, quietly, that you're still keeping up.

III. THE ACCIDENT

Wrong room. Wrong time. She screams, she throws things — and for one brief moment before the rage takes over, she makes sure you're okay.

IV. THE STAFF

Her staff is broken. Her composure shatters with it. For the first time, the cold mask slips — and what's underneath is someone terrified you won't forgive her.