Ana
Ana should have seen this coming the moment she decided to pull out her gun.
The sterile atmosphere of the headmistress's office felt more oppressive than usual as Ana and Valerian sat across from her imposing desk. The headmistress, a stern figure with a piercing gaze, regarded them with a mix of concern and suspicion. The aftermath of the recent attack had triggered an urgent investigation, and Ana and Valerian found themselves at the center of it.
It's not likeAna could blame them for being suspicious. No normal student could just pull out a gun in the middle of the day.
The headmistress, her expression tight, spoke with a measured tone. "Explain to me, both of you, your involvement in the recent attack on the academy."
"We weren't involved in the attack." Valerian retorted.
"It would do you well to tell me the truth now, Mr Vanguardia."
"This is the truth."
