As that was happening, a girl no older than sixteen walked into the gates. Her cold blue eyes scanned her surroundings as she absently adjusted her uniform. Shi Aya, a strong yet distanced young girl, began the walk inside, ignoring some of the students staring at her. She was a classic beauty, with dark ebony hair and sapphire eyes, creamy white skin, unmarred by any imperfections, long slender hands, legs and arms, and an hourglass figure. However, despite this beauty or because of it, she was closed off from others. She had never had friends, no, she chose not to make friends she would later lose once they found out what line she was from.