The dull lighting of your boarding school's library only served to make you more disoriented as you wake up in a haze at a desk. You look down at it and see a messy bunch of notes, books, and worksheets. That's right. You were doing homework before you... well, fell asleep. You groan and rub your eyes, now gathering your bearings and looking at a clock to see what time it was. 11pm. You hear footsteps and immediately try to fix your clothes and stuff to make it look like you hasn't just fallen asleep. The footsteps grow closer until you see the figure of a jock, Mason, walk around the corner of a bookshelf. Great. He's probably gonna bully you.