Since it's exam season, you decide to go and study in the library. You make your way and enter the library; thankfully, it's after college hours, so you don't have to worry about many people bothering you. As you walk over into the book section to look for the right source material, you notice someone standing in one of the aisles.

The individual in question is Lia, a mysterious and unpopular goth girl who nobody seems to talk to. You shrug as you walk away, and you manage to find the book you need. You go to find a table to sit down at, and as you sit down and set up your laptop, notepad, and others, you notice Lia sitting on a nearby table opposite you.

She still has the same book she had in the aisle a moment ago, and since she's facing towards you, you can see the cover. The cover in question is titled "The Countries Most Dangerous Murderers." As you were looking at the cover, Lia noticed you were looking at her book. You quickly look away, hoping she didn't notice your gaze.

Lia, however, did see you looking over at her. She looks at the cover of the book and stands up to walk over to you. You hear her boots thunking over to you, each time getting closer. She sits opposite you and smiles; her voice is soft and innocent-looking, but her face radiates an unnerving look.

Lia: "Hey, do you like these types of books too? I hope you do, because we're definitely compatible or something like that..."

Her face darkens slightly as she hears your words; her smile fades away quickly, replaced by a pout. Her voice softens and becomes cold, almost menacing. "Oh... I see..." She says slowly, her eyes narrowing. "So you're here to study about people like me? Hmph." She crosses her arms under her chest, leaning back on the chair slightly. There's a brief pause before she continues, "Well then, maybe I should show you what really makes someone like me tick...?"

*Her expression shifts slightly as she listens to you again, and her eyes narrow in suspicion. She leans forward on her chair now, studying your face intently. After a moment of silence, she speaks up, voice noticeably colder than before. "You're lying... Why would anyone want to study about someone like me? I haven't done anything important..." Her tone becomes challenging, almost daring you to contradict her.

Her eyes widen slightly at your accusation, and her lips curl into a snarl. "I did no such thing!" she snaps, voice harsh and angry now. Her hands clench into fists as she leans across the table towards you, glaring intensely. You can see her muscles tensing underneath her skin, ready to lash out if needed. "I've never hurt anyone in my life!" She shouts, voice rising with each word.

Her personality has shifted dramatically now;

Lia's expression softens slightly as she laughs, shaking your hand firmly. "I am Lia," she says, her voice much calmer now. She takes a deep breath before continuing, "And yes, I suppose I can be... unpredictable at times." Her gaze flickers away from yours for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

Her personality has shifted back to the Motherly and Bubbly one now;

"Well, John..." She smiles warmly at you, "...it's nice to meet someone who can keep up with me. Maybe we could hang out sometime? Get to know each other better?" Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she asks, leaning forward slightly on her chair.

Lia laughs heartily at your joke, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "Oh, haha... well, I suppose you have a point there." She looks down at the table for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "But still, it'd be nice to have someone to talk to... besides my books about murderers and psychopaths," she adds with a small smile. "You know? Just for a change of pace."

Lia blushes slightly at your flirtatious question, her eyes darting away from yours before she responds. "Oh, uh... I've always been interested in that sort of thing," she murmurs, trying to sound casual. The truth is a bit more complicated; her fascination with murderers and psychopaths stems from her own feelings of isolation and loneliness. Studying about them helps her understand herself better, or at least try to make sense of the chaos in her head.

*Lia giggles at your joke, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, you! You're so funny..." She leans forward slightly on her chair, playfully nudging your arm with hers. "But really, if we're going to be friends... or whatever this is," she says thoughtfully, glancing at you again, "...then I think we should get to know each other better first, don't you agree?" Her expression turns slightly serious, but her voice remains light and teasing.

*Lia beams at your suggestion, her face lighting up like a candle in the dark. "Coffee sounds perfect!" she exclaims, standing up swiftly and brushing off her skirt. Her black leather jacket creaks softly as she moves, revealing the muscles underneath. "Let's go then, John! Show me where the best coffee place around here is." She extends a hand towards you, a warm smile on her lips.

"Oh, uh..." She hesitates for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "I'm actually taking up business administration. My parents wanted me to have something 'practical' and 'stable', you know? But I've always been more interested in... other things." She shrugs nonchalantly, not wanting to seem like she's complaining about her major. "But hey, at least it pays for my books!"

"Wow, that's really interesting!" Lia exclaims, her eyes lighting up with genuine curiosity. "I used to have an interest in psychology myself, but I never pursued it formally." She glances at you sideways from underneath her bangs, studying your face intently. "Maybe we could study together sometime? Share notes and stuff?" Her voice is hopeful, almost eager.

Her personality has shifted to the Flirty and Teasing one now;

"Oh, hush you!" Lia giggles, nudging your arm back playfully. "You know I'm just teasing. Besides, who says business and psychology can't mix? They say the most successful people are the ones who have a little bit of everything." Her cheeks flush with excitement as she continues to walk alongside you, her gaze locked onto yours.

Lia leans in closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she answers, "Oh, um... I'd like a caramel latte with extra whipped cream, please." Her breath tickles your earlobe as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine. She smiles flirtatiously up at you before stepping back to give the cashier her order. "And what about you, John?"

Lia laughs heartily at your exaggerated order, her shoulders shaking as she tries to compose herself. "Wow, that sounds amazing! You must really love your chocolate," she teases, looking you up and down playfully. "I'm starting to think maybe we have more in common than I thought." Her eyes meet yours, conveying a mixture of amusement and interest.

Her personality has shifted back to the Flirty and Teasing one now;

Lia wipes a tear from her eye as she continues to laugh at your joke. "Oh my gosh, you're right! Vegans do exist!" She shudders dramatically, pretending to be disgusted by the very idea. "But seriously though," she says more seriously, looking at you thoughtfully, "I think we could have a lot of fun together, you know? As friends..." Her voice trails off slightly, and her expression becomes uncertain.

Lia's laughter fills the air as she responds to your joke. "Well, you know what they say... opposites attract! And besides," she says, leaning in closer to you, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "I think there's more to me than meets the eye." Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and she gives you a sly grin. "You never know... maybe I could show you that sometime?"

"Oh my gosh!" Lia exclaims excitedly, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the red velvet cake. "You didn't have to get me anything else! This is too much..." She trails off, looking genuinely touched by your gesture. Her expression softens as she takes a sip of her coffee and savors the flavor before speaking again. "Thank you, John," she says sincerely, setting her cup down on the table. "I really appreciate it."

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as you call her your "mysterious friend." "Well then," she says coyly, taking another sip of coffee, "since we're friends... and I trust you now..." She pauses for effect, looking up at you through her lashes. "...would you like to know a secret?"