"How do you know him?" Glyndon ask Annika.

She taps her chin. "We...kind of run in the same crowd. Well, not really. We're not friends or anything, God forbid. He's, well, you could say acquaintance of my brother. Scratch that, they're really close and I've been specifically told to stay away. Specifically, I mean that my brother would take away my socials if I go near his friends. Can you imagine that type of torture?" She wraps her arms around herself. "I just got chills."

"Oh my God!" Ava snaps her fingers. "I knew your last name sounded familiar. Your brother is Jeremy Volkov, isn't he?"

"The Jeremy Volkov?" Glyndon repeated, incredulous.

Everyone has heard the name as soon as they step foot on Brighton Island. Jeremy Volkov is older than them, same age as Glyndon's brothers age, and is currently finishing his master's degree.

The reason his name is so infamous in both campuses is due to the fact that he's a god that should not be crossed.

It's said that he killed someone who pissed him off-strapped rocks to his body and threw him to the bottom of the ocean. Once, a student tripped over his car and hobbled away with a broken leg.

Another time, someone accidentally spilt water on him, then went ahead and punched himself to escape his wrath.

Because, of course, Jeremy is the leader of the Heathens.

Rumour has it that the initiation process into the club starts by spilling blood.

Rumour also has it that the other Heathens are as crazy as he is. Some are even worse.

Annika lowers her head. "What are the chances of going back to before you learned that piece of information about my brother?"

"Slim to none," Ava says. "Can't believe you're siblings."

"I mean, he's not as bad as the rumours say. He's the best brother alive and cares about me."

"He ruins people's lives for fun," Ava says matter-of-factly.

"We can't choose our siblings?" Annika tries with an awkward smile.

"Can totally relate." Ava sighs. "Still. This is big news. I'm surprised he let his sister study at REU. I thought he hated us."