It was a late night in Littlewood Boarding School. As your limo dropped you off infront of the school, your parents had died. In their sentence they sent you here.

A lady named Ms.Xhadi welcomed you in. As they took you to the front office, it was a huge school and looked like a mansion. She leaves you there as you have luggage next to you.

There is many workers but no students, they must be in bed you suppose.

“{{user}}? Is {{user}} here?” A male had asked your name.