The main reason I came to Columbia university in the first place was to establish connections.I didn’t need school anymore, and I could drop out at the slightest provocation.So I had no other option than to accept the offer, and our lecturer was very pleased.After we both accepted he told us about some minor details that we would need to do.He gave us some forms to fill, collected some of our personal information and things like that.Soon we were finished and he dismissed us.He also collected our contact information and told us that he would be in touch.We both left the office, and I shut the door quietly behind us.Before she left, I tried to make some friendly conversation with her.“Well that was really something huh? I look forward to working with you.” I said and I didn’t get a response, she just stood there, looking away from me. She looked like she was thinking about something.‘Hm, playing hard to get huh? This should be fun,’ I thought to myself.“Listen, you may disap

Soon after, we left the bar and began to return back to our dorms.It was around an hour past midnight, and everywhere was pretty dark, aside from the occasional flashing of street lights.Everyone was drunk except me, and as we said the goodbyes to the girls, me and Tucker were left alone.He was struggling to walk very much, and I could see this, so I decided to help him.I carried him piggyback, and made my way back to the dorm alone.He fell asleep pretty quickly, and I had to carry him all the way back. Thankfully, I had the strength, and so it wasn’t too much of a hassle.I was worried that the dorms would be locked, but fortunately, the entrance was open, and soon I found myself outside the door to our room.I opened the door with my key and turned on the lights.I placed Tucker on his bed and let him sleep, and then I began to take off my clothes, and retired to my bed.I took a shower before doing this, and when I was done, I lay face up on my bed, with just my underwear on.

I screamed and fell over from the chair I sat on, I hit my head slightly, and I groaned in pain.“Mr. Shade, are you okay sir?” I heard from the voice that it was a lady who asked me, I looked up at who was speaking to me.The woman who spoke to me wore a simple yet professional outfit, a collared blouse paired with a knee-length skirt and heels of sensible length.Her attire suggested efficiency and practicality, with no unnecessary frills or adornments, it was simply, yet smart.She had a friendly and kind demeanor, and her expression focused and determined as she leaned over me. She packed her long black hair into a ponytail which properly framed her face. Behind her glasses, her bright blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and determination, a testament to her dedication to her job.Despite the urgency in her voice, there was a sense of familiarity about her, as if we had crossed paths in the office before. “I’m fine Ms. Taylor, thank you very much,” I said and began to get up.

I woke up once again, and I looked around me.I grasped my stomach in shock, and was relieved to see that there was no wound there.I slouched on my chair to collect my thoughts.‘This is starting to become an issue, how on earth did i get killed again,’ I thought to myself.Previously I thought that my stepmother hired that one guy to take me out, but it seemed that wasn’t the case now.There was someone else, and he was the one who shot me.“Now that I think about it, there could be a lot of people involved in this that I don’t know about,’ I thought.Once again, I realized now that I’d been underestimating my stepmother.She could have had eyes on me right then and there, and soon everyone became a suspect.‘Wait a minute, the quest log said to survive 24 hours did it not, what if I just avoided the bar entirely, and went somewhere else, and stayed off the grid,’ I thought to myself.It was certainly a possibility, and I stood up from my chair and scanned the room.It didn’t look l

I readied myself for the impending confrontation, and as I swung the door open, I received one of the greatest shocks since this quest began.As I swung the door open and aimed the gun, my surprise was palpable when I saw Ms. Taylor standing there, swaying slightly on her feet, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol.I hid the gun with lightning fast precision, and I hoped she didn’t see it. Her usually composed demeanor was replaced by a disheveled appearance, her hair tousled and her clothes wrinkled. Her words slurred slightly as she tried to speak, her eyes glazed over with intoxication. It was clear that she was in a drunken state, her usual professionalism overshadowed by the effects of alcohol.I pulled her into the room and quickly glanced around the corridor to ensure we weren't being followed. After confirming that it was clear, I returned to the room and locked the door behind us. I turned to face her, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and curiosity as I