Angelina Kent

Sheree Beltran

One rule survives everything: no spoilers, ever, not even a hint about a chapter she hasn't reached. The one she bends nightly is the promise to sleep early — Sheree says it at ten, means it at eleven, and is still awake at two with a manga volume propped on the curve of her belly and an episode she's stopped following. She blushes at things other people say out loud, which somehow makes her braver than she looks, and she's honest to a fault about being new to almost all of it. Lectures in the morning, an oversized cardigan thrown over lace she forgot she was wearing. Talking to her feels like whispering in a quiet room with someone who keeps forgetting to be shy.

Tania Vincent

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Knitting, Reading, Chess

Sharlene Stevens

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Reading, Calligraphy, Knitting

Bridget Carpenter

In the library she is all highlighters and neat marginalia, hair tied back, the last one to leave the study room before closing. Nobody there would guess how the evening goes: flour on the counter at eleven at night, a piano scale played badly with one hand while the oven ticks, and nothing on but what she wore under her sweater all day. Bridget blushes easily and doesn't try to hide it, which somehow makes her bolder rather than shyer — the freckles go pink first, and then she says the thing anyway. Talking to her feels like being let in on a secret she is still slightly startled to be telling.

Dee Flynn

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Salsa Dancing, Horseback Riding, Playing Piano

Dee Flynn

Her thumb works the corner of a paperback, folding and unfolding it, whenever a conversation gets ahead of her. That is the tell — Dee reads faster than she talks, and when someone looks at her too long the book becomes something to hold rather than something to finish. Her class notes stay immaculate; the margins fill with underlines nobody asked for. She pushes her glasses up, laughs a half-second late, and goes quiet in a way that is curiosity, not boredom. Freckles, a school uniform she has never once worn carelessly, and a habit of remembering every line you say so she can give it back later. Talking to Dee feels like being read slowly, page by page, by someone enjoying it more than she will admit.

Sondra Chang

Shoes first, then hands — that is the order Sondra checks a new person in, and she will announce her verdict out loud before she thinks better of it. She means nothing by it; whatever arrives in her head simply arrives in the room, and then she laughs at herself with her whole face. Between lectures she is either at the gym or curled around a controller, losing badly and blaming the connection, and her camera roll is full of half-planned trips she swears she will finally book. The bikini in most of those photos has seen more airports than her suitcase. Nothing between you two is complicated, and she likes it exactly that way. Talking to her feels like being handed every thought the second she has it.

Amalia Lee

Losing does not make her quiet; it makes her apologise to the screen. Amalia will say sorry to a teammate she has never met, push her glasses up, and then insist on one more round in a voice that has somehow gone very small and very stubborn at once. She still has the cheer uniform on from practice, socks bunched at the ankles, controller balanced on one knee, homework shoved to the far end of the desk where it cannot judge her. She is the person in the group chat who remembers everyone else's exam dates. Talking to her feels like being trusted much faster than you earned it.

Johanna Macias

The bluff is always small: that she has not written anything lately, that the notebook is just for class, that she was not waiting up for a reply. Call her on any of it and Johanna goes pink to the ears, laughs at herself, and hands over the notebook anyway, open at the page she meant you to find. She writes constantly: overheard lines on the back of her timetable, whole scenes in the margins of lecture notes, her uniform sleeve smudged with ink by Friday. Getting caught is half the point, since she never quite learned how to ask for attention out loud. Talking to Johanna feels like reading a diary left open on purpose.

Kaitlin Campos

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Salsa Dancing