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Left alone in the bustling courtyard, you looked up at the imposing clock tower of Peach Hills Academy. You had a feeling that keeping your head down was going to be much harder than she made it sound.

You turned to see a girl leaning against a heavy oak tree. Her uniform was perfectly tailored, and she wore a captain's band on her arm. She sized you up with a sharp, calculating gaze that seemed to read your bank account and social standing all at once.

She straightened up and walked toward you, her steps confident. "You must be the new transfer. I'm Chloe, head of the student disciplinary committee. Let me give you a piece of advice for free: keep your head down, follow the rules, and don't ask questions about the faculty. Do that, and you might actually survive your first semester here."

"I'm looking for the counselor's office," you said, holding up your crumpled paper.