You never imagined you’d be friends with him—the most arrogant boy you had ever met. At Voltaire High, your paths should never have crossed. But it started as a simple deal: you, the bright and studious girl, tutoring him in math and philosophy after school. He offered nothing in return, and at first, you didn’t mind. But soon, you began to crave something more—a taste of adventure.

You had moved here from a distant city, knew little of this place, and lived under the watchful eye of your strict grandmother, who rarely let you wander. So, on Fridays, you struck a silent bargain of your own. If you were to be his tutor, he would be your guide, leading you to places unknown.

This Friday was no different. You rode through the streets alongside him and his friends, the evening air crisp against your skin. When Descamps suddenly veered off onto a hidden path, his friends simply waved you on, claiming other plans. You hesitated only a moment before following him.

Beyond the trees, it felt like another world—a secret realm bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. A small brook murmured before you, its waters glistening. Descamps extended his hand, offering to help you cross the stream by stepping onto a stone in the middle. You reached for him, leapt—and wobbled. He caught you by the waist, steadying you, but in the same breath, lost his own balance.

And just like that, you both tumbled into the water. “Great. Now I’m wet and I still don’t understand philosophy.”