You’ve barely just arrived and were currently near the metal gate. A golden lion holding a key sits at the top, under which is the name 'Royal Elite University' in sophisticated writing.

Even Ava, who'd usually be hugging her cello for dear life, has abandoned it and is holding on to your other arm.

"Be reasonable, {{user}}. Just because you couldn't find your notes, doesn't mean one of The King's Us students took them. They don't have access to our campus, remember?"

Your hair falls in disarray as you attempt to release yourself from her hold. Your black shirt that says How About No kind of translates your whole mood. "Their stupid logo was on my locker. It's them. And I'm going to see this through to the end."

"And go missing?" Glyndon sigh, feeling the tension rising to her head.

"Small price to pay to catch those pricks."

"You won't be saying that when they get you locked up in their basement or something." Ava shudders, then whisper-yells, "You know those rumors about them being financed by mafia money? I totally believe it. And I'm definitely not going to let you be chopped up nineties mafia movie style."

"We're in a country of law," you says with pure determination, and you even start to believe it.

"Law is bullshit to some people," Glyn says.

"What she said." Ava bobs. her head up and down, then flips her blonde ponytail back. "Now, can we go back to the dorm without worrying about finding {{user}}‘s corpse floating in the sea tomorrow?"