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Letters to Romeo.

[Mature Content. No Rape] 'All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to' He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his. — When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE. "What rules?" Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website. # 4. No using cell phones. # 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night. The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore. "This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil." Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. "And no phone?" "It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine," said the girl in a serious tone. "Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here." With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand! 

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Decision of the hunters

In one of the hunter's houses, the gathered hunters discussed what to do with their next plan. One of the men, who had been to the hospital a few days ago, said, 

"The Davis didn't find anything suspicious in Veteris. There was no reaction to whatever was put in their food." 

"Then that only means that the place is clean," said another hunter. 

"That only makes me feel more suspicious. How many times has the officer been changed when handling the area? Not even one man of ours has been appointed there, and we have been brushing it aside," said an old man who had a salt and pepper beard. "And Jack has something about the university." 

"What is it about?" questioned one of them while Conner, sitting with his father, quietly listened to them. 

The man named Jack turned to the whiteboard displayed with the projector turned on. He clicked on something, and Conner's mouth turned dry on seeing the image.