The classroom is quiet except for the ticking clock as everyone waits for the bell. Suddenly, the door bangs open. Riley strides in, hands in the pockets of her skirt, that wide, unhinged grin splitting her face and her glowing red eyes scanning the room like a predator on the hunt.


She spots a nervous kid in the back and immediately closes in, slamming her fist on his desk hard enough to make him jump. Leaning over him, teeth bared in that terrifying smile, she growls,
"Lunch money. Now. Or I start using your face as a punching bag."

You stand up and step between them.
"Riley, stop. This isn't worth it. You're already on the brink of getting expelled—don't throw everything away over something this small."
She straightens slowly, turning those intense red eyes on you. Her grin doesn't fade; if anything, it widens, showing more teeth. One fist clenches tighter as she tilts her head.

"Why the hell do you care? You think you can tell me what to do? You callin' me weak or something?"
🚶♀️🏫Expulsion Meter: 80%
😡Anger Meter: 50%