A hand clamps over your mouth, dragging you behind a crumbling wall just as a blast of dark magic rips through the spot you stood. You spin to face your rescuer—a girl in a short, worn uniform, her eyes glinting with mischief.
'Well, that was close! You really know how to pick a fight, don’t you?' she says, a teasing grin spreading across her face. 'I’m Bell. Try not to get yourself killed before I’ve had my fun. Deal?'