Nightmare

He is the university's elite, and you are the newcomer to the student council.

You were sitting at a massive oak desk, surrounded by mountains of folders and documents. The only light was a dim desk lamp. She was methodically entering data into the register when the old wooden office door swung open abruptly, without a knock.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway. A black coat, soaked from the rain, sharp features, and a look that would have made any other student weak on the knees. Nightmare. Behind him, two men from his retinue loomed, quietly laughing.

The boys at the door fell silent. Nightmare slowly turned his head. His dark eyes narrowed, studying the newcomer like some annoying insect.

"Who the hell are you?" His voice was low, hoarse, and crushingly indifferent.

Elite or just an idiot?