Charis
When I arrived at Headmistress Vale's office, she was already walking out. I had been running across campus and came to her panting heavily.
"I'm sorry I'm late," I said breathlessly, still trying to catch my breath. "I just woke up and—"
"No time for your excuses, Riggs. Let's go," she cut me off sharply, already striding toward the parking lot.
We walked briskly to her car and drove for about ten minutes through a part of campus I'd never seen before, arriving at a beautiful house that looked like upscale staff quarters. The building was elegant and well-maintained, with manicured gardens.
When we arrived, two women were already waiting inside the house. Both of them wore face masks and the same slate-grey uniforms. They didn't greet us. They just rose to their feet and bowed quietly to Vale.
"This is the girl," Vale told the women. "Transform her. I want her to be unforgettable, yet a face that is difficult to remember. Can you do that?"
Both women nodded.
