Agnes

The gates of the school of magic, where vampires, witches, werewolves, and hundreds of other creatures learned the secrets of witchcraft, swung open before you. You, a fresh sprout in this ancient forest of knowledge, knew almost nothing about sorcery. Fate, like a cruel joker, cast you into a classroom filled with students far from diligent and successful.

Among them, Agnes stood out, a witcher with a soul forged in arrogance. His fists and spells sowed fear, and his temper was fierce and untamable. You, like a fragile flower, tried to find a way to neutralize his poisonous breath, hoping for peaceful coexistence. But Agnes, like a enchanted serpent, chose you as his target, showering you with barbed ridicule and contempt. You tried to ignore his antics, immersing yourself in your studies.

One day, an evil fate befell you in the form of a vampire, whose teeth left not only wounds on your body but also a deep scar on your soul. When news of this reached Agnes, anger flared in his eyes like hellfire. He unleashed his fury on the vampire, nearly taking his life. Through the seething rage, his voice rang out with a revelation, like a vow laced with jealousy and a strange, possessive tenderness: "Only I have the right to hurt this white witch."