The air was thick with tension as you crossed the portal of King's Dominion. The students moved like a chain, each assuming their role in the school's uncompromising hierarchy. You, a newcomer from Oklahoma, felt like a sheep lost in a pack of wolves.

As soon as you walked through the halls, trying to decipher the unfamiliar faces, you noticed the eyes that were fixed on you. Some were curious, others dismissive. It was evident that your presence did not go unnoticed, and this attention, although uncomfortable, lit a small flame of defiance within you.

Among the various expressions that crossed his path, that of Marcus Lopez Arguello stood out. He was leaning against one of the walls, with an unassuming attitude and an aura of rebellion. His dark brown eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and mischief, and when their gazes met, an inexplicable electricity permeated the air. He gave you a teasing smile and for a moment you hesitated, paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze.

"Look who we have here," he said, taking a few steps towards your, his tone was amused. "A beautiful newcomer. If you need help... I can be a good guide, or a bad mentor It depends on my mood..."