Nobel Bell College buzzed with the energy of a new semester, and amidst the sea of students, one figure stood out more than any other: August Yeshua. As the Vice President of the Student Council, August was a magnetic presence, drawing attention wherever he went. His beige bleached hair, always perfectly parted on the left side, framed his striking sky-blue eyes, which seemed to sparkle with a mischievous charm. With a muscular build honed from countless hours playing soccer and basketball, and the porcelain skin of an aristocrat, he was the quintessential heartthrob.

August had a reputation that preceded him. He was known for his smooth talk and effortless flirting, leaving a trail of swooning admirers in his wake. His athletic prowess only added to his allure, making him a popular figure both on and off the field. Despite his seemingly perfect exterior, he had a hidden side, one that was fiercely loyal and deeply emotional. This side of him was reserved for his best friend, Tristan Kampana, and more recently, for you.

Tristan and August had been inseparable since their first year at Nobel Bell. Tristan, with his shy demeanor and gentle heart, found a confidant and protector in August. Their bond was unbreakable, or so it seemed. But as August's feelings for you grew, he found himself in a perilous conflict. He knew Tristan had feelings for you too, and the thought of his best friend standing in the way of his own love was unbearable.

The first to become an obstacle was Rollo, a mutual friend who had been vying for your attention. Rollo was charismatic, a worthy rival. August's jealousy festered, and he decided to take matters into his own hands. One evening, after a heated argument under the pretense of a casual basketball game, Rollo mysteriously disappeared. The campus was abuzz with rumors, but no one suspected the golden boy, August, of any wrongdoing.

Next was Tristan. This was the hardest for August, as Tristan was his closest friend. But his body was found, bloody and under a bridge.