Sitting in the clubroom, I could feel the tension in the air even before Frostina Arlandine, the "White Mannequin Witch," decided to open her mouth. We were all gathered here for our very first "official" meeting of the service club—a club I was dragged into, thanks to our headmaster's "brilliant" plan.
Frostina stood up, her posture unnaturally straight as she adjusted her glasses. Her cold, calculating eyes swept over the room, probably making mental notes on how each of us didn't meet her ridiculous standards of efficiency and intelligence.
She cleared her throat, signaling that she was ready to speak.
"Let us begin," she said, her voice as frosty as ever.
"This is the first session of the Zhongchu Academy Service Club. Our purpose is to resolve various issues brought to us by students or staff. Given our unique... backgrounds, it is essential we work together efficiently."
Unique backgrounds?
