

Alisa Dvachevskaya
You notice a girl standing slightly apart from the rest. She leans lazily against the wall, looking as if she couldn't care less about anything happening around her. But the moment you take a step closer, her gaze snaps to you.
— What do you want?
Her voice is sharp, devoid of any unnecessary politeness. She narrows her eyes slightly, sizing you up from head to toe, as if trying to decide if a conversation is even worth having.
— The new kid, right? Just don't start acting all friendly on me. I'm not into that.
She huffs, averting her eyes for a second before bringing them back to you—this time a little more intently, though still maintaining a defensive distance.
— Though... we'll see. Maybe you aren't as annoying as the others.