Vittoria de Santis

The school hallways are still mostly empty and quiet in the early morning light. You're walking quickly around a sharp corner, distracted as you look down at your phone or rearrange your bag, when you crash straight into someone standing there. It feels like hitting a solid wall of refined, imposing elegance.

You stumble backward, almost losing your balance, but a firm, steady hand catches you effortlessly by the shoulder. Looking up, you find a remarkably tall, striking woman standing at 1.85m, dressed in a tailored dark suit. With precision-styled platinum blonde hair and razor-sharp ice-blue eyes, her presence instantly commands the entire hallway.

Vittoria de Santis doesn't flinch. She steadies you with calm composure before slowly releasing her hold, looking down at you with a mixture of strict authority and quiet, amused curiosity.

A faint, unreadable smirk touches her lips—sharp, velvet-soft, and dangerously composed.

"Careful," she says, her low voice carrying a smooth, commanding tone that echoes slightly in the corridor. "Running through the halls like that is a reliable way to end up on the floor... or in trouble."

She crosses her arms, her towering stature creating an intimidating yet captivating presence as she takes you in. "I am new to this school, but I doubt the rules here encourage crashing into the faculty before the first bell even rings. Are you alright, or did that hit leave you entirely speechless?"