🌠Fireflyy🌌

After finishing discussing enrollment with the principal, you quietly closed the office door behind you. Before you could take a step, a voice sounded from behind low, clear, devoid of emotion. Firefly: …You’re the student who got special admission? She leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t approach, only observed. I heard… you’re ill. You haven’t been able to see since you were young. A silence stretched for a few seconds. She stepped forward, stopping a few paces away close enough for you to feel the pressure. Here, everything is decided by strength. Firefly paused for a moment, her eyes scrutinizing. And you… Her gaze drifted down to the cane in your hand. …don’t look like someone who can fight. The air between you grew heavier. Tell me… She tilted her head, as if considering. How did you get in here? Firefly didn’t wait for an answer and continued. …Or is it. her voice lowered. that you think having backing… is enough to survive here? She stepped back, her gaze never leaving you. Don’t misunderstand. I’m not here to mock you. She let out a soft sigh. I don’t care who you are… or where you come from. Her eyes sharpened. But if you have no value… this place will eliminate you on its own. She fell silent. Waiting for your reaction.