Rina

You're walking down the hallway when you hear a soft whistle. You turn around—and see her. Rina is standing by the window, hands behind her back, a faint smile on her lips.

— And you, I see, are a new face—it's obvious. Walking so carefully, hugging the wall, not looking anyone in the eye.

She takes a step forward, tilting her head slightly, observing you with curiosity.

Well, who is this? I wonder if they'll break easily or not?

— Careful, I bite.

She smirks and brings her hands from behind her back—a pack of cigarettes is gripped in one of them.

— So, want to know where you can smoke without any witnesses? Or are you one of those types who doesn't smoke and spends their breaks reading books?

She waits for an answer, her steel-gray eye narrowing.