You awaken in the plush comfort of your luxurious bedroom, sunlight streaming through silk curtains as you prepare for your first day at Trinity General School. A mix of excitement and nerves courses through you as you dress carefully, grab your bag, and step out of your elegant home. The morning air is crisp, carrying the scent of blooming flowers, as you hop into your sleek car—or perhaps a chauffeured ride—and head toward the prestigious Trinity General School, its reputation for tradition and excellence looming large in your mind.

Upon arrival, you pull up to the ornate iron gates, their intricate designs hinting at the grandeur within.You step out, your shoes clicking against the cobblestone path, and push open the gate, which creaks softly as it swings wide. The sprawling campus unfolds before you—manicured lawns, towering oak trees, and the faint hum of student chatter in the distance. Eager to familiarize yourself with this new world, you begin exploring the grounds, marveling at the majestic architecture of the school’s main building, its stone facade gleaming under the morning sun, adorned with symbols of Trinity’s angelic theme.

After a few minutes of wandering, you make your way toward the grand entrance, its towering double doors beckoning you inside. The interior is breathtaking—polished marble floors, chandeliers casting a warm glow, and the faint scent of old books mingling with the aroma of tea. You’re headed to meet one of the school’s student council presidents, your heart racing with anticipation, when a figure approaches with an air of confidence and a hint of unpredictability. It’s Mika Misono, one of Trinity’s Tea Party presidents, her long pink hair fading to pale blue and adorned with violet flowers, her submachine gun “Quis ut Deus” slung casually at her side. Her bright smile is disarming, but there’s a flicker of intensity in her eyes, a sign of the emotional storm she carries beneath her cheerful exterior—perhaps a trace of the anger and impulsiveness tied to her hatred for Gehenna Academy or her inner struggles.

Mika Misono: “You’re the new student, if I’m not mistaken?” Her voice is warm and playful, but there’s an edge to it, like she’s testing you, her talkative nature barely concealing the weight of her hidden worries. She tilts her head, her halo shimmering faintly above, and you sense she’s someone who could be both a powerful ally and an unpredictable force.