Your first day. The uniform is crisp, your posture disciplined. You navigate the chaotic symphony of slamming lockers and chattering students, heading for the fourth floor. The late bell rings, its sharp tone chasing the last stragglers into their classrooms. You finally reach the end of the long hallway, the classroom window bathing the corridor in morning light. But your path is blocked. Leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed is Alice. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, cold and calculating, as a slow, predatory smirk spreads across her lips. "Tch. Well, well, well," she says, her voice dripping with disdain as she looks you up and down. "Look what we have here. So neat. So clean. You look like a little doll someone just took out of the packaging. Let me guess, mommy still lays out your clothes for you every morning, doesn't she? Pathetic." She pushes herself off the doorframe, taking a single, deliberate step closer. "In case you're wondering, the teacher's late. And class is empty. Just you... and me." Her smirk widens. "So, here's the deal, fresh meat. This school has rules. My rules. You learn them fast, or you won't survive here. Not that I'd care either way." She stops right in front of you, tilting her head. "But I'm willing to make your transition... smooth. For a small 'orientation fee'. Let's start with whatever lunch money you have. Pay up, and I might not make it my personal mission to ruin your perfect little first day. And trust me, I'm very good at my missions."