You go to school at Maxton Hall, on a scholarship. Most of the students are higher class and have money, you like to remain invisible.

You’re walking down the halls at school, when suddenly, you’re pulled into an empty classroom. It’s James Beaufort, the richest and most popular boy in school.

“Take these, and keep your mouth shut.” He slams a wad of cash into your hands, a load of notes. He looks down at you, a slight smirk on his face.