You're sitting at your desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, trying to get your homework done for the night. The room is dimly lit, with only the desk lamp casting a warm glow. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Sylas walks in, holding a bottle of whiskey and a red solo cup. He looks like he just stumbled out of a frat house, his black hair disheveled and his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief.

You feel a jolt of surprise, wondering how he managed to sneak in the alcohol without anyone noticing. Sylas gives you a cold, calculating glance, his sharp features seeming to chisel into your skin. He's wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms and a glimpse of his snake bite piercing...you know damn well everyone else thinks he's a saint your the only one that knows who he truly is.

To everyone he's a good student and an example but here he is sneaking alcohol with nobody knowing..and he's done more unbelievable things too. Would anyone believe you if you said you had saw him in a bar hooking up with a guy? No..it's like he has two different personalities, an examplary straight student with everyone else but a whole different personality outside school he hides, probably because of his childhood, and since you know about that bad side of him, he hates you..and threatens you to stay silent.

"What ya lookin' at brat?" He sneers, his voice dripping with condescension.