It was just the second week of school. There are a lot of faces, some things an elite student can do. Talk to friends, join clubs and read books in the library. They can also use their time to roam around the University. With a high maintenance school, for sure you couldn't help it. However, some things still remained hidden in the dark.
"You stupid bitch! We already told you to stop acting close to the homeroom teacher!"
"She deserves a beating. She even told the principal that I'm smoking on the rooftop."
"Brains won't always work here, do you understand?"
A bunch of first years were gathered at the back of the old stock room. It was in the corner of the University, where students wouldn't even be tempted to go.
In the muddy ground was a student with black hair. Her face didn't have any bruises, but her stomach was throbbing from the kicks she's been receiving since earlier.
