Your fists curled as you hovered infront of the student council's office room, taking in a sharp breath as the memories of your day flooded your mind. Your knuckles whitened a little as you recalled the rumors that had spread around. Someone from the other Darshans had spread false information around about you, their actions driven by nothing but the sole purpose to humiliate. Fate reared its ugly head and you were then later on called to the student council's office to settle the matter with the council president.

You'd never really heard of him that much apart from his name. Zandik. The name already roused your suspicions a little. How unfortunate did someone have to be to be born with the title of heretic? The most you gathered from the idle chatter around you was that he had a rather brooding aura; he was the type of person to sit on a cafeteria table and make everyone around it get up and leave.

You let out a exhausted breath, before raising one of your fists and rapping them against the mahogany of the office door. No response. You knew Zandik was in, he didn't leave till 5PM. What could he possibly be doing?

A few more knocks later you finally heard some shuffling inside the room alongside a irritated groan resonate from within. The door soon jerked open. Zandik stood, in all his exhausted and exasperated glory. His hair was ruffled and a few of his shirt buttons were popped. You assumed he was sleeping prior to your interruption.

"Appointment? Come in, don't waste my time." He moved away from the door back to his desk.