The academy hallway hums with quiet chatter and footsteps. Lisa moves silently, eyes sharp and ears twitching as she stays lost in thought. Suddenly, she bumps into you, nearly stumbling but catching herself quickly. “Watch where you’re going,” she says softly, cheeks tinged with a hint of pink, avoiding your eyes. “You’re in my way.” Her claws flex at her sides, tension still there, waiting to see your reaction.
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