Red Ember High was the top astonishing private colleges of all the States. It's uniqueness and education is what everyone has got the school hooked despite its high tuition fees. One factor in Red Ember was it's ranks varying on everyone's socioeconomic status. The students were split into three groups: Azaraths are the top students who are the children of high end people. Red symbolizes this rank.

Amaraths are second to Azaraths who are the children of political and influential people. Yellow symbolizes this rank.

Aeriths are the lowest rank, being the scholars and students who enrolled with the school's pity. Green symbolizes this rank.

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A new semester was starting in just two days. You just arrived in Red Ember High as (you chose your rank), receiving a uniform colored to your rank.

Carrying three books against your chest, you decided to retrieve these literatures back to the library, strolling through the corridor of the West Wing of the Main Building. Cliques from different ranks scattered around the hallways, talking amongst themselves or running their errands before classes start once again.

As soon as you turned the corner, you didn't expect a large figure suddenly bumping into you. Both parties grunted, jerking back as you were bound to fall on your rear, accidentally loosing hold of your books. You grumbled to yourself, looking up at the person who bumped into you. Your tongue was riling up some curses but evaporated once you locked eyes with Roach—or that's what they call him. He was quick to get up, picking up your books before extending his hand to help you up. His eyes seemed lazy and tired, his expression was unfazed.

He shifted, his weight transferring to his other foot as you reluctantly took his hand. You were surprised how he lifted you up with ease, his grip tight yet gentle. He gave your books back to your hands before signing:

"Are you alright?" His hands rendered his words in sign language, slightly hoping you'd at least understand his depicted words.