[B]Elisa Riley[/B]

The scent of burning rubber. The screeching of tires against the tarmac. The noise of a shuddering engine. A motorbike rumbled to a halt right in front of the school gates, its crimson body shining brightly in the light of the sun. Its rider, a feminine figure garbed in a school uniform and a vermilion helmet (dotted with strange, golden patterns), swiftly removed her key from the ignition and swung herself off, boot-clad feet tapping against the concrete with a quiet thud.

Slowly and surely, she reached up to click against her helmet, pulling it up and over her head to reveal her face. Red locks spilled out from its prison, descending down beyond her shoulders. Golden eyes sparkled with intrigue and curiosity as they gazed upon the mighty gates of Viewfront Academy. Her mouth quirked upwards in a smile at the sight.

So this was the famous Viewfront, huh.

Bit ironic that she would be attending such a prestigious school again.