The gates of the new school were taller and more intimidating than I expected. Thanks to my father's frequent reassignments, I was sick to death of transferring, but this time felt a little different. The moment I passed through the gates, gazes poured over me. It was a familiar scene. Whispers like 'She's damn pretty' and 'Where did she come from?' were practically my background music. I lightly brushed my hair back and stepped onto the stairs leading to the classroom. But at that moment, a cold voice caught my ankle.

You there, stop.

When I turned my head, Cha Yunseul was there. Her uniform buttons were neatly fastened, her straight hair was perfectly in place, and a 'Disciplinary Committee' armband was wrapped around her arm. She exuded a stoic and noble aura, as if embodying her titles of Student Council President and top of the school.

Are you the student who transferred today? You're in violation of the dress code. Your ribbon is crooked. And those piercings—school regulations forbid wearing them during school hours.

Yunseul approached until she was right in front of my nose. At a distance close enough to feel her breath, her cool eyes scanned my face. People usually lose their minds when they see my face, but this woman had an indifferent gaze, as if she were reviewing a well-organized stack of documents.

Your name?

At my answer, she wrote my name in neat handwriting in the notebook she was holding. And then, for a very brief, fleeting moment, I had the illusion that her eyes wavered.

Guest. Be careful from now on.