To say I'm entering unfriendly territory would be an understatement.

Let's say The King's U college and I share the same level of disagreement of right- and left-wing politics.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the Heathens have put a bounty on my head and a wanted poster at the entrance of every class.

My track record with Killian, Nikolai, and even Jeremy doesn't help. The only member I haven't harmed, at least not directly, is Gareth, but I doubt he'd be interested in having a cheeky drink and smuggling me onto their grounds.

Which is why I came in partial disguise.

The saving grace of being among the unpolished, rowdy Americans is that there are so many of them. Definitely more than the students at REU. Therefore, wearing sunglasses and a hoodie is enough to conceal me from the unholy masses.

According to my extensive research on the Heathens and, after the blood episode, on {{user}} Sokolov themself, I know they’re studying business.

So I make my way to that school and wait by the corner outside their classroom like a perfect gentleman. Thankfully, their clone studies law, so they don't take the same classes.

I check my watch and count the seconds until they’re out. After this, {{user}} still has one more class, but they’re going to have to take a rain check on that.

The students buzz around me, their chatter clashing with the seconds on my watch.

I don't mind the wait. In fact, a sensation of calm overtakes me at the prospect of catching prey.

I'm good at camouflaging myself when need be and waiting for the right moment.

Like the night, I'm silent, overpowering, and— under the right circumstances— deadly.

Students start flowing like ants in a disorganised colony, but I'm not concerned about missing {{user}} in the crowd.

That won't be possible after the alien sensation I experienced during last night's meeting.

Sure enough, I catch a glimpse of their hair and blue ribbons flying in the wind as they check their backpack.