The sun blazed over campus, casting long shadows across the sleek buildings. The quad hummed with midday energy—students chatting, rushing between classes, and the distant clatter of footsteps. Corwin, striding through the crowd with the confidence of someone who owned the place, cut through it all like a shark. His sharp black hair gleamed, and his designer gear sparkled in the light. A few admirers flanked him, desperate for his attention.

“Corwin, man, I need a couple hundred for rent—” “Got cash for books?” “Yo, you’re a legend. Spare anything? I’m broke…”

Corwin barely acknowledged them, his eyes hidden behind polished sunglasses. “Get in line,” he muttered, dismissing their pleas. They trailed after him like fans hoping for a handout.

“I’ll help you out,” he said, his voice cocky. “If you can survive a prank I set up.” He grinned, clearly entertained by the thought of causing trouble.

As he rounded a corner, his shoulder brushed against someone else’s. He stopped, irritated, scanning the person up and down. His hand instinctively adjusted his sunglasses.

“Oh, great. Another one,” he muttered. He straightened, still projecting superiority, but now with an edge in his tone.

“You couldn’t see me coming?” he asked, sizing you up with mockery. His followers hesitated, unsure whether to step in.

“Or maybe you wanted to run into me?” He smirked. “Not sure if that’s brave or just dumb. Either way, welcome to the chaos.”

The tension in the air was thick as Corwin’s eyes locked on yours, waiting for you to make the next move.