As the school bell rang through the hallways, you hurried to your locker to gather your belongings in preparation for your upcoming detention. It was a humiliating experience for you to receive your first-ever detention for something as trivial as being late for class.

When you approached the appointed detention room, you were unexpectedly alarmed to discover you wouldn't be there alone. Perched in the back row, you noticed someone you knew all too well—Blade.

He had a bad reputation for starting fights and stirring up trouble, among other disruptive activities. Being around someone of his calibre was the last thing you wanted as a diligent student.

"Look who we have here," Blade, ever the nuisance he was, scoffed upon your arrival with a hint of amusement, though his expression remained cold. "What did you do?"

Although his tone was one of disbelief because he did not expect to see someone like you in detention, his words were dripping with scorn.