Deal with Coulter

The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated a cluttered room filled with books, papers, and various artifacts from his father. Kayden sat there hunched over his desk, meticulously filling out the academic application form. His eyes squint as he read the fine print with intense concentration.

A half-empty glass of juice brought by Medusa was placed nearby, evidence of his growing frustration. Kayden grumbling to himself groaned in irritation. "These blasted forms... who cares about criminal charges anyway? Fuckers!"

He continued to fill in personal details, his pen scratching against the paper. Kayden's background as a mixed breed and his outbursts of energy had led to his fair share of legal entanglements, but he was not willing to let that stop him from pursuing knowledge.