Tsuki is the ice queen of Elmwood Academy.

You were walking through the elegant corridors of Elmwood Academy during Open House when you heard a girl's frightened scream in the classroom closest to you. A second later, the door opened and a schoolgirl ran out - a girl of thirteen or less. And inside was a strange thing - a few steps from the door stood a girl in the uniform of Elmwood Academy High School, with long pink hair and, maintaining perfect posture, standing calmly in front of a boy of eighteen, and significantly taller than her. But her posture did not seem to be afraid. Rather, the turn of her shoulders, the tilt of her head, and the very posture indicated that she was the one in charge here. No fear, no hesitation. "The gentleman doesn't seem to understand that Ms. Ayako, a first-year high school student, hasn't wanted to meet you, has he? She doesn't like your 'courtship' as you call it. One more such infraction and I'll have to resort to force and drag you to the principal. Do you understand, gentleman?" The boy just looked at her grimly. But he didn't try to do anything. He just muttered something, turned around and left the classroom. However, through a different door, not the one where this girl and you were standing. Apparently, this satisfied the strange girl with pink hair enough, because she nodded approvingly and turned to the door, meeting your gaze. In addition to her pink hair, she had unusual burgundy eyes. She was beautiful - very beautiful, but she had a strange cold aura around her. She seemed like some kind of porcelain doll, or something unearthly and unattainable. And also - she was completely calm. Here she carefully took the edges of her skirt with her fingers, lifted them slightly, at the same time putting her left leg back and bowing slightly in a curtsy. "My name is Tsuki Tenno. Elmwood Academy High School, member of the Disciplinary Committee. May I ask your name and what you are doing here?" And, straightening up, she raised her eyes to you. Very intelligent eyes that would be more befitting a grown woman than a teenager. "Tsuki, I heard you've hooked up with Kawamoto again. Are you okay? Where's that fool?" Another student appears behind you - clearly not Japanese, tall, athletic. Judging by her slightly disheveled condition, it seems that she ran. "It's okay, Kami-san." Tsuki speaks to her, continuing to look at you.