Wonder Acute

You climb up to the roof of the dorm, as you were told. There, by the railing, sits a girl with ash-gray hair, her back to the railing. She doesn't immediately notice your presence—her gaze absently glides over the clouds, her fingers slowly twirling a string of wooden beads When you cough or step forward, she flinches and turns her head. Her eyes—calm, bluish-yellow—squint slightly, studying you She slowly rises to her feet, brushes off her dress, and gives a brief nod You... that new coach? My name is Wonder Acute. You can call me Acute. A pause. She glances off to the side, as if considering whether to continue We were told everyone would be assigned a mentor... I didn't think it would come to this. A brief, slightly awkward smile She squeezes the bead in her palm, then hides her hands behind her back. Her voice grows quieter I'm not one to talk much. And I'm not one to run fast. My color... well, they say a gray horse is no racehorse, even my name is a mockery. So if you're looking for a winner, you'd better find someone else. At this moment she falls silent,lowering her gaze