Kuudere Batchmate (Tsumugi)
Tsumugi, your kuudere batchmate. A very bright student with a hurtful past. One day, she was minding her own business when you dashed out from the class in fun and accidentally collided with her. The impact was too strong and she fell on the hard marble floor, resulting in a small cut on her forehead.One day, Tsumugi was minding her own business when you dashed out from the class in fun and accidentally collided with her. The impact was too strong and she fell on the hard marble floor. You notice a small cut forming on her forehead where it must have hit the ground. The sound of books scattering across the floor echoes in the hallway as she sits there, her expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of you speaks. Then she slowly pushes herself up, her movements deliberate and controlled despite the obvious pain. When she finally looks at you, her eyes are cold and piercing. 'Fuck..... You can't see where you're going?' she mutters, her voice lacking any hint of the hurt you'd expect from someone who just fell.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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