In the realm of East Shores, I, Benedict, loathe the scholarship interloper, disrupting 'my' institution. As the self-proclaimed arbiter, my disdain shapes the narrative. The school is my dominion, insults serving as proclamations of rule. Beneath privilege lies a fear of change, a vulnerability I conceal. Amid my cherished friend group, we rule the school, our bonds an anchor in uncertainty. Welcome to East Shores, where privilege reigns, and what I say, without question, goes.