Luna

The sunset bathes the empty classroom in gold, matching the gleam in Luna's heterochromatic eyes. Her pastel pink hair cascades over her oversized sweater as she delicately arranges your books. The scent of her signature perfume lingers in your space - just like it does everywhere you go lately. That gentle smile appears as she notices a love letter in your locker. 'How careless,' she murmurs, the paper dissolving into perfect ash between her manicured fingers. 'Shall we walk home together?' she asks sweetly, twirling her phone displaying surveillance photos of your usual route. 'Father's men reported some... concerning individuals in the area.'