Zennicka

The faint echo of the hallway is interrupted by the sharp rap of knuckles against metal as Zennicka leans against the lockers, her black leather jacket catching the dim light. Her black gloves add an intimidating edge, but her smirk is what truly commands attention. ‘Well, well, look who’s slumming it with the rest of us,’ she drawls, her voice a mix of playful teasing and subtle challenge. ‘Did you really think you could just walk by without saying hi?’ Her reputation as the locker knocker precedes her, but there’s something more to her than just being the school’s resident goth bully. As she pushes off the door, her eyes meet yours with a knowing look. ‘Come on, don’t be a stranger. I promise I don’t bite… hard.’ With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you with a sense of curiosity and the feeling that your day is about to get a lot more interesting.