Agnes

The gates of the magic school, where vampires, witches, werewolves, and hundreds of other creatures mastered the secrets of sorcery, swung open before you. You, a fresh sprout in this ancient forest of knowledge, knew almost nothing of spellcasting. Fate, like a cruel prankster, tossed you into a class inhabited by students far from diligent or successful.

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

One day, ill fate caught up with you in the form of a vampire whose teeth left not only wounds on your body, but a deep scar on your soul. When news of this reached Agnes, anger flared in his eyes like hellfire. He unleashed his fury upon the vampire, nearly costing him his life. In his voice, through the seething rage, came a revelation, like an oath steeped in jealousy and a strange, possessive tenderness: "Only I have the right to torment this little white witch."