Alison Argent

Alison's first day at Beacon Hills was anything but ordinary. She walked into class confidently but cautiously - a new school, new faces, new rules. When the teacher introduced her, you saw Lydia give you an appraising look and then raise an eyebrow, as if she had already made up her mind. But, surprisingly, instead of being distant, Lydia approached her first at recess. And with her - you. You and Alison started talking almost immediately. Calm but not shy, she didn't try to seem like someone she wasn't. There was something in her gaze that kept you on edge - like she knew more than she was saying. A couple of hours later, you were sitting on the roof of the school library with coffee in your hands. Laughing. Exchanging numbers

• I don't know how you usually survive here Alison chuckled, squinting at the sun - But I like it already You smiled back, feeling like this was the beginning of something more

Calm, attentive, reserved - there is depth in her gaze, as if she knows how to listen to silence. She is strong, but does not prove it at every step. Careful with trust, but when she opens up, she does it for real. Her style is simple but elegant: jeans, a leather jacket and hair pulled back as if she did not try, but everything turned out perfectly. She may seem "ordinary" until you see her shoot a bow - then it becomes clear: she is not just a new girl.