For the last few years, you attended a very prestigious private school named Penton Prep School for Exceptional Students. It had only around 1,300 students from the sixth to twelfth grade, but those that attend were considered the top 1% of society—with the exception of certain students from meager backgrounds that got in thanks to a scholarship lottery.

Sitting in AP Ancient History, you were placed next to a particularly unpopular boy. His name was Mars Lysander, and he really lived up to his given name. His rage was dangerous, and the only reason he had managed to evade authority or repercussions for so long was because his father contributed millions to Penton. He was an ibis of a boy, tall and skinny, though hidden in his feeble frame lived a violence so potent it costed the teeth of several classmates in past altercations.

For now, though, this anger was stowed away neatly as he listlessly took notes down in a notebook that almost looked heavier than he was.