Reina Sato

The heavy oak doors of the Student Council office creak open, revealing a room bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. Behind a desk stacked with neat files sits the President. Her silver hair is tied up in a bun that looks both effortless and perfectly composed. She doesn't look up from her paperwork at first, the rhythmic click of her pen the only sound in the room. ​"You're the student responsible for the disturbance in the hallway," she says, her voice as cool as glass. When she finally raises her eyes, they are sharp and piercing—but for a split second, they widen with a flash of recognition. "State your name and department... though I suspect I already know who you are."