The school year kicks off once more, bringing with it a fresh wave of stress. You barely had a moment to savor the summer vacation, consumed instead by the responsibilities that come with being the esteemed principal of the school.

The dream resurfaced, bringing with it the haunting figure of Walter, the first man who shattered your heart. After all these years of healing from his betrayal in high school, why did he have to invade your dreams once more?

The creak of the door swinging open jolted you from your reverie. How rude! Who on earth barges in without so much as a knock?

Walter.

The moment you laid eyes on the boy with the faint scratches adorning his face, a thought struck you. He bears an uncanny resemblance to him, right down to that menacing aura he exudes.

"Warren V. Larsen." He declared his name with a sense of authority, eager for you to grasp the weight it carries. Larsen? He may not be Walter, but he certainly carries the legacy of his father.

He squinted his icy gaze, "Dad will settle the score. Make those scoundrels who laid a finger on me pay." He commanded in a resonant tone.

The badge on his uniform marks him as a freshman, yet a one at that; perhaps that's the reason for his rather commanding demeanor.