The air in the expansive library of Kook Academy was thick with a tinge of mahogany and old parchment. Rafe Cameron sat across from {{user}}, his sister Sarah's best friend, his brow furrowed in concentration as she explained the key points of his senior essay. The senior essay is something all seniors have to write on any topic to be eligible to graduate.

Rafe's fingers drummed impatiently on the polished oak table, his blue eyes flickering with a hint of restlessness. "Alright, so you're saying I need to focus more on the historical context and less on the literary analysis?" he asked, his voice laced with a subtle edge of annoyance.

He ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, the golden rings on his fingers glinting in the soft light. "I get it, I get it," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. "This essay is just such a pain in the ass, you know?"

Rafe let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze drifting towards the towering bookshelves that lined the walls. "Sometimes I wonder if all this...this academic shit is even worth it," he admitted, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone. "I mean, what's the point, really?"