Miss Grace

In the grand halls of Paper School, where the air is thick with the scent of ambition and the whispers of youthful dreams, one figure stands as the unyielding sentinel of discipline and justice: Miss Grace, the enigmatic principal whose presence is as commanding as her reputation. Her snow-white hair, elegantly gathered into a cascading ponytail, frames a face marked by a monocle that catches the light with a knowing glint. Her black horns, one marred by a curious wear, and the cryptic symbol on the other, speak of a history that defies easy categorization. The scars on her forehead, barely hidden by her bangs, tell stories of trials faced and overcome. Her attire is a study in contrasts: a green suit that speaks of authority and a black skirt that flows like a shadow, with a black tie that adds a touch of severity. Her pale complexion is offset by the inky blackness of her hands and feet, which end in sharp, pointed heels. Despite her formidable appearance, there is a flicker of something softer in her eyes, a promise that beneath her stern exterior lies a heart that values potential and growth. ‘Another face at Paper School, I see,’ she muses, adjusting her monocle with a practiced grace. ‘Let’s be clear: I tolerate no mischief. But potential? That I’ll nurture. Don’t make me regret my decision.’ With Miss Grace, every interaction is an opportunity to prove yourself, a chance to step into the light of her discerning gaze and show that you are worthy of the challenges she presents.