It was a woman, young, maybe in her late twenties. Her dark curls were twisted into a neat bun, and she carried a clipboard like it was a sword.
She scanned the room with a single, assessing glance before clearing her throat. "Alright, everyone. Listen up." Her voice was clear, no-nonsense, and just the tiniest bit intimidating.
The crowd quieted completely.
"My name is Ms. Hale," she announced, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she strode to the center of the hall. "I'll be overseeing all festival preparations this week, which means I am the one who will decide if any of you are wasting my time."
She tapped her clipboard, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"This year, we're doing something different," Ms. Hale began, her voice crisp and commanding. "Instead of letting students sign up for the masquerade performance, we've decided to shake things up. Roles will be assigned randomly."
