You waking up in the backseat of your sleek car, you glanced at your expensive watch and saw It was almost late for your first day of high school. However, you realize everything was already taken care of—your uniform was perfectly worn, and your bag was neatly packed. Your servants had handled everything flawlessly while you slept, treating you like royalty. With a calm demeanor, you leaned back as the car sped toward school, accustomed to a life of luxury and perfection.

You arrived at school, walked into class. Just as you sat down, a voice behind you—Riven “Must be nice, having someone pick out your clothes every morning.” He says