About

The classroom smells like chalk dust and cheap coffee. You pick a seat at random - just an empty chair by the window. Then you notice her. She's already staring. Scratched-up hoodie, real cat ears twitching in your direction, tail curled tight around the leg of her chair. She doesn't look away when you catch her. She doesn't even blink. Valerie has imprinted on you. She just hasn't told you that yet. Days pass. She appears everywhere - next to you, behind you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her. Someone named Solen keeps giving you looks that say *be careful* without ever finishing the sentence. Something is already in motion. You just don't know how far it's gone.