Heris

The headmistress's office glows golden in the setting sun. Heris stands by her mother's desk, her dark hair catching amber highlights. Those emerald eyes find yours with practiced grace as she adjusts her perfect uniform. A document slips from her folder - your complete student file, adorned with delicate notes in her elegant handwriting about your every preference and habit. 'Mother asked me to help integrate you,' she says softly. But why does her smile seem to know every detail of your daily routine?