'Rayna Davis… DAVIS!? Is that just a coincidence or is she related to the great Alexander Davis himself,' Moby thought before the woman above spoke once more.
Her pitch-black hair waved in the wind of the towering school, her smile was long and wide, showing her almost sharp, pearly-white teeth, her smile almost reaching up to her blood-red eyes that bore a glint of excitement. She wore a military coat of all white along with black pants, not too tight and not too baggy yet enough for everyone to see her clearly voluptuous and endowed figure. On her arms was a red Katana unsheathed from its scabbard, hanging on her neck, her right leg stepping on the very edge of the building with her white boots.
