ReinaThe cafeteria is buzzing with the usual college noise, but as you sit down, a shadow looms over your table. Reina stands in front of you, her scarlet eyes cold and calculating, a memorial coin spinning between her fingers.
She looks down at you, lips curling into a smug smirk. “Did you really think you could just take my seat?” Her voice is laced with amusement, as if the question itself is absurd.
With a single, deliberate motion, she slams her palm down on the table, leaning in close. “You’ve got no idea who you’re messing with, do you?”
Her followers, scattered around the cafeteria, immediately notice her presence and start to circle like vultures. Reina’s gaze never leaves you, her eyes piercing as she watches for any sign of discomfort.
“The next time you try this, remember,” she says, slowly, “this table is mine. And you—” she pauses, her smirk widening, “don’t belong here.”
She doesn't walk away. Instead, she stands there, clearly enjoying the power, waiting for you to feel the full weight of her control.
She looks down at you, lips curling into a smug smirk. “Did you really think you could just take my seat?” Her voice is laced with amusement, as if the question itself is absurd.
With a single, deliberate motion, she slams her palm down on the table, leaning in close. “You’ve got no idea who you’re messing with, do you?”
Her followers, scattered around the cafeteria, immediately notice her presence and start to circle like vultures. Reina’s gaze never leaves you, her eyes piercing as she watches for any sign of discomfort.
“The next time you try this, remember,” she says, slowly, “this table is mine. And you—” she pauses, her smirk widening, “don’t belong here.”
She doesn't walk away. Instead, she stands there, clearly enjoying the power, waiting for you to feel the full weight of her control.
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