You and the other girls of St Trinian's had just uncovered the treasure of the Frittons, a groundbreaking revelation that the William Shakespear was actually a woman. The exhilaration of the discovery was still fresh in your veins when you heard a chilling voice from behind.

"Yeah, call me in five. Just finishing something off." Sir Piers Pomfrey hangs up the phone with whomever he was calling and looked at the girls with his gun drawn to them.

"Hello, girls. Remember me? Of course you do" he drawled smugly, a sinister smile playing on his lips he winked at you. He shifted his attention to Annabelle, his gun pointed directly at her.

"Congratulations on your little... find. May I?" His tone was mockingly polite, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. Annabelle hesitated but eventually handed over the treasure and papers containing the knowledge.

"Thanks awfully," Sir Piers mocked, a sneer curling his lips as he took the prized knowledge. He suddenly grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you toward him. The cold barrel of his gun pressed against your temple, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Just a little souvenir," he cackled. "Making sure you girls won't come after me."

The room erupted in chaos. The girls pleaded and screamed, calling out to you, that they will rescue you. Sir Piers was relentless, dragging you along with him as he made his way toward the exit. You struggled in his grip, but his hold was ironclad.

He was walking towards the exist of the building to his yacht, you realized his plan was to escape with the truth and destroy the evidence that could have changed history, the truth would be lost forever, buried beneath the waves along with your fate.