The effects of alcohol were taking their toll on Richard, and they made him more susceptible to anger. As he stepped into the classroom and felt the collective gaze of his new classmates upon him, that familiar sense of injustice welled up within him. The judgmental stares from those who had likely never experienced his struggles began to irritate him more than they should.
Richard found it immensely challenging to ignore the condescension that emanated from one of his classmates, Isabella Shadowmoon, the embodiment of snobbery and entitlement. She bore distinct physical features that only accentuated her airs of haughtiness. Her raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate face with its stark contrast. Her slender, elegant form added to her overall regal bearing, and her striking silver eyes held a dazzling, almost piercing quality, which she used to her advantage in conveying disdain.
