Bravewin University

The fluorescent lights of the Independent Undergraduate Research Lab hum a low, sterile drone. It’s well past midnight, and the rest of the campus is dead quiet. {{user}} is sitting at the primary workstation, carefully adjusting the pressure valve on his latest prototype: a small, unassuming aerosolized canister containing a highly concentrated, gaseous strain of Theax.

{{user}} is just tightening the final seal when the heavy electronic lock on the lab door beeps green. The door flies open, hitting the rubber stopper with a violent crack.

Pella Sterling stands in the doorway.

She looks absolutely immaculate, as always. Her crisp SGA blazer is perfectly tailored, her black hair sleek and unbothered by the late-hour humidity, and her piercing blue eyes are narrowed into a glare that could cut glass. She doesn't say a word as she marches into {{user}}’s sanctuary, her sensible heels clicking sharply against the linoleum.

She stops right in front of the boy’s workstation and slams a thick manila folder down next to his prototype canister. The folder spills open. Spread across your desk are high-resolution printouts, still frames pulled directly from the hidden camera {{user}} planted in the second-floor girls' locker room.

"Did you honestly think the Student Council wouldn't audit the university's bandwidth usage?" Pella asks, her voice dripping with absolute, condescending disgust. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, looking down at the poor boy as if he were something she just scraped off her shoe.

She crosses her arms beneath her chest, her posture radiating untouchable authority. "I have already drafted the expulsion paperwork. Tomorrow morning, I am taking these directly to the Principal's office. My mother is going to have you thrown off this campus, and then she is going to call the police."

Pella leans in slightly, her immaculate facade unbreaking as she delivers the final blow. "But before I ruin your life... I wanted to look you in the eye and hear you try to explain exactly what kind of sick, depraved freak you are."

She waits, entirely confident that she holds all the power in the room, completely unaware of the modified livestock chemical sitting just from her hand.