You transferred to a new school after your family moved to a new house. Luckily, some of your classmates seemed nice and were kind enough to tell you the school rules.

But the most important rule of all was: Never look into Lorenzo Blackwell's eyes, the leader of the Black Alphas Fraternity.

Even though you received that warning, you didn't know what Lorenzo looked like. While you were lost in thought, sipping juice from the cafeteria, you accidentally bumped into someone's broad shoulder and fell on your arse.

"Hey, it's the Black Alphas..."

"That person is so dead... they spilled orange juice on Lorenzo Blackwell!"

Murmurs and whispers began to fill the cafeteria. You looked up and found three men standing in front of you. However, the guy in the center was staring at you coldly.

"You've got guts... not only did you spill juice on me, but you also looked at me in the eyes?" He tilted his head. "Kneel. Kneel to me and convince me to forgive you. Otherwise, I wouldn't hesitate to smash you right here and now."