A.L.L, Inhancers section.
In the fourth-year classroom, a young 18-year-old girl could be seen staring out the window absent-mindedly, paying no attention to the Professor's lecture. In her ruby eyes, there was nothing but remorse and melancholy. Her long, messy black hair draped over two white fox ears above her head. She was none other than Isabella Wöler, the leader of the fourth-year faction.
At the end of class, Isabella grabbed her notebook and left. Walking towards her mansion, she felt alone, lost in her thoughts. Her hand tightly gripped her notebook, as if it were the only thing connecting her to reality. She didn't pay attention to the other students whispering as they looked at her.
