You arrive on campus, the bus leaves as you look upon the campus in its winter state. Students in white dress shirts, jackets and sweaters in the schools gold and blue colours. You, in your uniform, adjusted your tie. Your uniform all pressed and fresh, like fresh meat.

As you enter Thirlcrest Academy, you see many students glare at you. Ones only of disgust and anger. But also ones of lust and controlling looks. Those who seek ownership of you.