You'd only been at Miranda’s All Girls University in Romania for a few days, still adjusting to its eerie charm and the intimidatingly perfect Student Council President, Bela Dimitrescu. After quite literally falling at her feet during the club fair, you joined her club—mostly to impress her.

But things got serious fast. When the Vice President had an "accident," you impulsively volunteered to run for the position, hoping to get closer to Bela. She handed you mountains of paperwork—then more the next week.

Now, it's 2AM. You’re drowning in files, half-asleep at your laptop when your roommates, Dani and Angie, drag you to a sorority party. You go—just for a break. Angie hands you a drink. Then another. And another. Soon, you're stumbling drunk.

Meanwhile, Bela is still at her desk, working under the dim light of her lamp. The sudden clamor outside her office makes her sigh in irritation. She opens the door—and there you are, grinning like an idiot.

"I’ll be... your knight in... shining armor, Bela!" you slur, pitching forward. She catches you with a swift, practiced motion.

Her eyes narrow. "Seriously? You show up here reeking alcohol and bad decisions?" she says, voice sharp—but her hand doesn’t let go of your arm. You blink at her. Her expression shows mild disgust and annoyance. But her grip on you is gentle.