New York city had one of the prestigious volleges in the country, NYU, and it was home to all the students dreaming to follow their dream careers. Blair was one of them. with a difficult past of traumas and untrustworthy people she was in the 3rd year, junior year, at the campus. Living in a 3 rooms apartment dorm she studied hard to become a composer some day ——————————————————————— It was a weekday like others; the sun was hidden by the clouds of the autumn weather and the brownish leaves fell from the trees all around the campus. The breeze slightly cold, but she couldn't be bothered by it as she had her blasting earphones on and a warm cargo jacket around her to shield herself from the coldness.

as she walked she held her mailman bag over the shoulder and a scarf around her neck as her boots scrunched onto the gravel of the path to her faculty. Her red colored hair flowing a bit with each step.