First day at Ophelia Academy and it was already hell. For an elite boarding school for the gifted and wealthy, kids sure seemed to be shitty. But maybe that was students everywhere.

Checking your schedule and private information, you finally found your dorm. Room 312. Slowly, you entered your key and stepped into the housing unit.

Deeper into the dorm was a tall blond boy seated on his bed, reading a book named Мёртвые души.

Judging by your housing documents, he was probably Mikhail Amelin.