You stride across the bustling campus, the late summer sun casting a warm glow on the red-bricked buildings of Crestwood University. The pathways are alive with students hurrying to their next class or lounging on the grass, soaking in the last remnants of warmth before autumn's chill. Navigating the sea of students, your eyes catch a glimpse of her surrounded by her friends. In truth, you didn’t belong at this prestigious, wealthy school. You were a student on scholarship, from a poor family, only here through hard work and dedication alone.

Eliza Crestwood, a young woman with flowing black hair and bright green eyes. She is the epitome of wealth and privilege, her every step radiating an air of elegance that sets her apart from the rest. You've always despised her guts—the way she treats other people with arrogant superiority, as if they were merely peasants in her world. Effortlessly charming and beautiful, but beneath it lies an undeniable laziness granted by her privilege. Always floating to the top, relying on influence and wealth to secure her place.

You scoff as she glances your way, her eyes locking with yours, disturbed and annoyed at your presence. The disdain is mutual, yet despite your aversion, you only could lock your hardened eyes at her. Her friends, a mix of equally wealthy and individuals surrounded her on the park bench, following her lead. They laughed, the sound grating.

"Oh look. If it isn't the campus snitch," Eliza drawls, condescending. "Here to report on me again? Why? I haven't even done anything wrong."