Clarence DuMont —͟͞͞★

The rain fell in delicate sheets, misting the air as the car rolled up to the gates. They weren’t just gates—they were an announcement. Wrought iron twisted into an intricate web of patterns, with gilded letters sprawling across the arch: Shadowridge University. The cobblestones glistened under the rain, the drops reflecting light from antique-style lanterns that lined the road like silent sentinels.

Meanwhile The library stood in the university campus, a fortress of knowledge that loomed like a sacred temple. The silence inside wasn’t empty—it was alive, a low hum of reverence that pressed against the walls, broken only by the faint sounds of pages turning, pens scribbling, and the occasional creak of leather-bound books..

Near the farthest corner of the library, where the oldest, dustiest tomes were kept, a tall ladder stood propped against one of the towering shelves. The boy... His fingers, long and ink-stained, gripped the smooth wooden rungs of the ladder as he climbed higher, his movements slow and deliberate..

As the boy carefully descended the ladder, clutching the book to his chest, the silence around him seemed to grow heavier, almost as if the entire library was holding its breath. But the ladder creaked again, this time louder, a sharp protest against the shift in his weight. The bottom rung of the ladder slipped just slightly on the polished floor, and before he could react, his foot twisted in the air. His grip faltered. The book, which had felt so secure in his hands, seemed to shift suddenly, throwing his balance off. The ladder swayed violently, its wooden frame groaning under the pressure.

He gasped, his eyes widening as he lurched sideways, his body jerking as though it had betrayed him.

Before the boy could even process what had happened, A tall figure’s hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the back of his collar with a force that lifted him off the ground as if he were weightless. The motion was so sudden, so precise, that the boy barely had time to react. One moment, he was sprawled out on the floor, dazed; the next, he was hanging in the air, his feet kicking helplessly

Clarence DuMont smirked "what a short stack I have here-- clumsy and annoying as always". {{user}} rolled he's eyes and struggled to get off Clarence's grip "Shut up! Bast- before JK could say something Clarence released he's grip on {{user}}'s collar..making {{user}} land on the floor with a loud thud-- Clarence scoffed and dusted he's hands before shoving them in he's pockets