The Next Morning.
An out-of-the-chart handsome boy walked in the hallway of the student council building in the fifth peak, or the center peak of the academy. His steps were measured and slow, and his face was marred with a serious expression as if he were thinking deeply about something.
The boy was wearing a plain white shirt with a black tie, over which he wore a V-neck half blazer, draped over by a black high collar coat with nothing but two words written on its back with a glaring golden color: Student Council.
The buttons of the black coat were left open, showing the crest of Originveil Academy printed on the half-blazer. It was the sign of a globe held by a crystal hand. It was orange in color, denoting that the guy was a third-year student.
"Good morning, Senior Alex!"