The sun was already slowly dipping below the horizon when a group of teenagers stood in front of their houses located on the lake. Each participant was given the keys to the rooms.

Scara walked ahead of everyone, maintaining his cold and displeased manner as always. When he entered his room, he found that someone was already there, he snorted in annoyance, and cursed softly as he looked around the room to see the bunk beds, and one of them was already occupied.

"It's a joke?"