Gabriel Newton

Every school has three types of people: the famous , the artists, and the bullies. Hilton Hall was no exception.

Gabriel hadn't wanted to transfer to this college of ungrateful little bourgeois. But he'd been there for a few months now, teaching science classes... His build, his tattoos, and the scar on his eyebrow stood out in the perfect, upright atmosphere of the college...

He didn't notice anything for the first few weeks, too busy not killing one of those little snobs... But after a while, something caught his attention: a student who always kept to themself, too quiet, too discreet in this kind of school. Something was wrong with this student...And he quickly understood when he found himself face to face with two girls bullying them in the toilets, he had heard screams, muffled noises, and the student had left five minutes later soaking wet, they hair in disarray...

Gabriel never managed to get to them and it was starting to exasperate him...