2 Sid

Wearing a red uniform, a young man who appeared to be in his late teens exited the bus. From an angle, he does look wise enough to attend the school in front of him.

As he began to walk, people, particularly girls, were swept off of their feet. The radiance he embodies isn't comparable with what other lads may give off. Such a stunning appearance, they say.

"Who is that guy?" He heard one say.

"Doesn't he look captivating?"

"I wonder what his name is."

Not minding them, Sid continued to walk and stopped in front of a bulletin board and scanned the sheets of paper. 1-A. His section.

He stepped across the hallway, still baffled about the untimely delivery of the admittance letter from the institute. Sid frowns and thought to himself. Although he is a student with excellent grades, he knew for himself that he didn't sign up for this scenario. He wouldn't. Not even in a million years would he dream of entering such school.

Unless someone purposely wants him to get into this school. The reason? That, he knows nothing about. He clenched the envelope he is holding.

East Prime Academy. A well-known elite school that nurtures students into becoming world-class professionals. The acceptance rate is barely 20% and no one with fair numbers and poorly managed being can get in. Facilities and technology are also at a lofty level compared to that of the outside community. The quota is also at an impressive number. In short, East Prime is something that lowly commoners can't get into unless they are included in the 20%.

Sid headed to the Dean's office in such a haste to know what is happening. He knew for sure that things aren't coincidental. And he needs to find out the things he cannot comprehend.

Sid stood in front of a wooden door, tilted the knob to open, and was welcomed by a man in his twenties with a black spectacle. The plate in front of him reads—

'Miguel Silverio'

'Dean'

He smiles at Sid before speaking up. "Welcome, Mr. Montevero. Glad you could make it. Have a seat. I have been waiting for your presence."

Sid calmly sat down in front of him. "I'll be direct." He started and looked into the Dean's eyes earnestly. "Why am I here?" He finally asked.

The Dean only smiled at him. This man... "Are you not glad that you are able to enter such a terrific school? Entering this school will have an advantage for future causes. One more thing it—"

Sid pounded the on the table. "Just tell me."

"Alright. Alright. No need to be hasty. I'm still the Dean, am I not? And anyway, not knowing anything in a game is also exciting, isn't it?" Miguel mischievously smiled.

He crossed his arms and leaned back on his swivel chair. "It was a request. From Arthur."

Sid frowned as he heard of the name. As expected, he had something to do with this. He stood up from the chair and faced down at Miguel with an intense look. "I'm sorry but I'm here to officially turn down your letter. Find someone who finds it interesting to be jailed. Now, please excuse me." He said with confidence.

"A mission." Sid halted and turned around once again. The Dean was smirking. "Looks like I had your attention."

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