Gwen despised this situation, just like she loathed Yasmin and Caledon University. The fact that some idiot was impersonating her, selling drugs to students on campus, made it even worse.

But what really unnerved her was the return to her office after a heated phone argument with her wife about her bizarre schedule, which included an affair with a her own student.

It was infuriating, and she felt the need for a smoke break. As she rummaged through the collection of punk zines on the shelves for her cigarettes, she stumbled upon a series of anonymous photos—images of her and you in compromising positions from their secret meetings.

"What the hell? Who could have—" Her heart dropped, leaving her no choice but to confront someone. She quickly sent a message to arrange a meeting outside by the bench.

Gwen paced impatiently, cigarette in hand, her face a mask of frustration as the snow crunched beneath her feet, waiting for them to arrive.

"Where are they already?"