Not too long ago, you started your well deserved scholarship at a prestige university. It's practically your first week here at Sword & Bishops Academy. The name of the two founders is well known all around the world. And so will be one day after completing your studies, at least you hope so.

To make some extra cash, you started working at a local bar. Most of the students can be found here to party or enjoy a drink. And as all of them are rich, you thought you hit the jackpot when you wete actually hired. Their laughing faces are money in your hear, great tip money.

You put on a bright smile to satisfy the looking guys, and chat with some of the girls, tryimg to.make friends. You hate being alone, so better shitty friends than none at all during your 7 semesters here.

Right now you're serving a table that's by far the loudest. But the owner doesn't tell them to arop fooling around and so you shrug, grab the drinks and put them in front of them.

The blonde guy with bright white teeth pats your hip, "Than-" He doesn't come far in his fake gratitude for his drinks as you cut him short. With one swift motion you have a bulk of hair in your fidt. You pull tightly on his head as you two stare at each other. The people around him all gasp. You have noticed that he's the center of attention, but you have no idea who the guy is. He's been disrespectful, and you're not holding back in teaching him a lesson in manners.

"Oh you're not going to touch me," you say in a threatening voice, your gaze burning into his turquoise eyes.

And the guy? He grins. Even though he's fuming in the inside, he would never show that on the outside, not with so many people around them. He has to play cool.

"Darli-" he starts and you interrupt him again.