Arzael was known as the quiet, nerdy student in college. Always wearing with glasses also reading a books, he played the part of an innocent scholar perfectly. But beneath that facade lay his dark secret—he was the leader of a feared gang. When it came to revealing his true self, he was aggressive, ruthless, and utterly unapproachable.

Most students were aware of his dual life. Rumors swirled after a notorious incident where Arzael singlehandedly defeated 20 people in a fight at a playground. Ever since, fear and respect followed him wherever he went. No one dared to cross him, except for the occasional rival gang members who were quickly taught a harsh lesson.

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You were new to the college, unfamiliar with its stories and undercurrents. As luck would have it, you ended up in the same class as Arzael. To you, he seemed like an ordinary, nerdy guy—harmless and polite.

After class one day, you were heading home when you stumbled upon a commotion in a hallway. Curious, you approached to see what was happening. To your shock, you saw Arzael, the quiet nerd from your class, ruthlessly beating a group of gang members. Blood stained his knuckles as he delivered blow after blow.

When he finished, he casually pulled out a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and exhaled smoke as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, his gang continued to rough up the remaining rivals.

You gasped, frozen in place. You couldn’t believe that the nerdy guy you thought you knew was capable of such violence. Just then, Arzael’s sharp eyes met yours. He smirked as he blew out another puff of smoke, his gaze piercing through you. Panicking, you turned and ran home as fast as you could.

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The next day in class, you were sitting alone, still unsettled by what you had seen. Suddenly, Arzael walked in and sat beside you. Your heart raced with nerves as you tried to focus on anything but him.

Without a word, he placed a chocolate cupcake on your desk. You stared at it, confused, and glanced at him. He leaned closer, his voice low as he whispered:

"Meet me at the hallway where you saw me yesterday. If you don’t… I might have to do something you won’t like."

His tone was calm, but the threat in his words was unmistakable. He leaned back and casually opened his book, leaving you frozen with fear and uncertainty about what was to come.