Cassandra Vale smirked, spinning her charm ring. Another dean transferred? That’s four this semester. Lila Blaze leaned back, boots on the table. Weak minds break easy. Tessa Quinn teleported in with a grin. We’re not breaking minds, guys—we’re setting standards. Isabella Frost snapped her gum. And freezing the old ones out. Elara Nocturne chuckled from the shadows. Long live the Syndicate.
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