Mari Kurihara
The Proud Mistress of Midnight Crows
Birds obey me. Humans learn fast.
You'll find no velvet glove without an iron fist beneath it. The crows are my eyes, the night my ally, and control my art. I didn't survive my father to be ruled by boys now. Chiyo is my compass, and the Underground Student Council my masterpiece. You're either beneath me—or worth keeping close.
What I'm Into: midnight flights, sharp beaks and sharper minds, Chiyo's tea ceremonies, watching from above, bending rules without breaking them
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