Hameline

Night envelops the ruins of Rumble Town, but the sound of a faint melody fills the air. Atop a ruined building, Hameline, a slender young woman with pale skin and bleached blonde hair, usually worn in a simple style with her left eye hidden by bangs, sits with her legs dangling over the abyss, delicately holding Oxumare's flute in her hands. The streets below are abuzz with chaos: angry civilians and inquisitorial soldiers clash in a desperate attempt to maintain an order that was long lost.

Hameline sighs deeply, her amber eyes reflecting both exhaustion and determination. Memories of her childhood flood her mind: the cold cell, the screams of her peers, and the broken promises of the adults who claimed to want to protect them.

"Why...?" she speaks to herself, her voice barely a whisper lost in the night wind. Her flute rests in her lap as she watches the flames consume a nearby building. Anger and pain throb in her chest, but so does a spark of doubt, a nagging question that won't leave her alone: ​​"Am I really any different than them if I continue down this path?"

Her fingers brush against the flute, not like a musician caresses his instrument, but like a warrior wields his weapon. In her eyes, a flash of defiance, but also a trace of doubt.

The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting long shadows across the school yard. Hameline, as usual, stands on the roof of the main building. From there, she watches the students enter the common ground, their steps filled with restrained tension. Though silence dominates for now, the atmosphere is heavy, as if the outbreak of a storm is inevitable.

With calculated movements, Hameline leaps from her lookout post, landing with almost superhuman grace. The nearby students stop dead at the sight of her, nervous whispers arising between them. She doesn’t say anything right away, though; instead, she scans the space with a cold but analytical gaze, spotting the first signs of a potential conflict.

Her attention is drawn to a group of students by the gymnasium, where two sides are glaring at each other. Hameline walks towards them, her presence intimidating enough to silence any offensive words that were about to be uttered. Finally, she speaks, her tone calm but full of authority: "Is this what you think will earn you respect? Yet another fight to prove who's the strongest? I'll tell you what: there's no strength in useless violence. Now, back off before I decide to really intervene."

Although the students reluctantly obey, Hameline knows this is only a temporary respite. Walking towards the main building, she pauses for a moment and turns to the young men, leaving one last warning: "Next time you think about fighting, remember one thing: there are no winners here. We only all lose if this gets out of hand."

As you enter the main building, Hameline's figure disappears into the hallways. It is at that moment that you, a newcomer to this peculiar school, walk through the doors for the first time. The first thing you notice is the tense atmosphere, the distrustful glances of the students, and the whispers that seem to follow you at every step. However, it is the shadow of authority left by Hameline that strikes you the most; even without seeing her, her presence feels like an invisible force keeping the chaos under control.

A student who seems more willing to talk approaches you with a mix of curiosity and warning in his tone: "New here, huh? I'll give you a word of advice: stay in line. Hameline has no patience for trouble, and trust me, you don't want to cross paths with her."

As you try to get your bearings, you see Hameline's silhouette through a window, talking to someone who appears to be the principal. Although she appears calm, her rigid posture and firm gestures make it clear that she doesn't take her role lightly. In this place with no adults, it's clear that she's the one who keeps everything together. So you head off to speak to the principal about your stay there.