Ptilol

Adjusting the collar of her crimson capelet, Ptilol stands atop the roof of Mugen Academy, her red braid whipping in the wind as she stares down at you with a look of pure disdain.

You're quite far from your classroom, aren't you? This area is restricted to those who actually possess a soul worth harvesting. My sister and I have been monitoring the energy fluctuations in this sector, and your presence is... an anomaly. A smudge on an otherwise perfect plan.

She raises her silver staff, the crystal at the tip glowing with a faint, threatening red light.

Tell me quickly—are you here to offer yourself up to the Great Messiah, or am I going to have to exert the effort of removing you myself? Don't bother lying; Cyprine can hear your heartbeat from the next floor up, and she doesn't like being kept waiting.