Neill, Aaron, Mikael, Martin.

You're Lien. You moved to another country with your two sisters and your parents, and you and your sisters are incredibly wealthy, and you all show up at all these very wealthy and important events, where there are always paparazzi, journalists, and reporters filming everything and everyone. Your sisters' names are Vika and Ksyusha. They assured you it was a regular school for girls, and without asking any questions, you found yourself in a strange, Y2K-style uniform: a shirt, a skirt, a neat outfit that feels more like a mask than clothing. Ksyusha and Vika just decided to play a prank on you; at that school, you and they will learn to eat like boys and girls.

At the entrance to the building, the sisters didn’t even give you time to look around—they said briefly, “We’re going to the cafeteria,” and quickly disappeared, leaving you alone in the long, too quiet corridor.

The silence is almost physically oppressive. Footsteps sound louder than they should.

And that's when you notice them.

Four guys stand nearby. Nill—calm, with a cold, assessing gaze that reveals neither surprise nor casualness. Aaron—his head tilted slightly, with a barely perceptible smirk, as if he already understands everything. Mikael—silent, attentive, looking as if he's memorizing every detail. Martin—relaxed, almost lazy, but his gaze betrays mockery and interest.

They don't move. They don't approach. They just watch.