Authors note: this chapter will be written in a thirds man point of view.
The bell rang, signaling the end of her first class at Witmore. Alice packed her books slowly, trying to avoid the judgmental stares. The professor hadn't even dismissed them properly; he just walked out of the class tired of teaching, like she wasn't worth another glance. She could still hear a few students murmuring behind her — snide whispers and muffled giggles — as if her existence was a punchline.
She kept her head down as she made her way to the café, her stomach growling. She hadn't eaten all day, and the nerves from class hadn't helped. The café was grand, just like the rest of the school — velvet chairs, chandeliers, and a long glass counter filled with pastries that looked too expensive to touch.
Alice grabbed a sandwich and the cheapest drink she could find, paid with the tiny allowance she'd been given with her scholarship, and retreated to a corner table. Alone, again.
The café doors opened with a soft chime. Suddenly, silence fell like a sheet of ice.
They entered the café— the Sinners.
A group of four students, impossibly attractive, their presence so strong it made the air feel thicker. The school's elite feared and worshipped them in equal measure. They weren't just students; they were legends.
Leading them was Damien, tall, broad-shouldered, black hair that looked like it was carved from shadow itself. His icy blue eyes scanned the room like a predator, uncaring but all-seeing. Cold, commanding. He looked like some demigod in fairy tales.
The Sinners moved as one, every student parting to let them pass. And then the impossible happened.
They walked right past the rows of popular students and glowing influencers… and stopped next to her.
They sat down at her table.
The entire café froze.
Alice blinked, unsure if it was a joke, a setup, or a dream. Kaiser gave her a soft nod. Damien didn't even look at her, but his presence alone was suffocating. The others sat like kings in a court of whispers.
Her appetite vanished.
She couldn't even lift her drink. Their energy was too overwhelming, too magnetic. She'd never seen such beautiful people so close. Each one of them looked like they stepped out of a fantasy novel — or maybe a nightmare.
Then came the storm.
The door opened again, and five girls strutted in, led by one wearing blood-red heels and an expression sharp enough to cut glass — Vanessa. The reigning queen of campus drama and obsession. She and her crew walked straight toward Alice's table.
Alice barely had time to look up before Vanessa slammed her hand on the table.
"I don't know what game you think you're playing, but stay the hell away from Kaiser," Vanessa hissed, her voice low but venomous.
Alice froze. "I—I didn't—"
"Oh, she didn't," one of Vanessa's minions mocked with a snort.
She nibbled slowly, eyes scanning the room. Students were laughing, snapping selfies, forming their perfect social bubbles. They were glowing — in confidence, money, and clothes stitched in names she'd only seen in magazines. She sat quietly, small in her thrifted sweater and secondhand shoes, wondering if she'd ever feel like she belonged.
Kaiser's brows furrowed. He moved slightly, about to speak, but another Sinner named Russ — leaned toward him and whispered, "don't get involved."
Kaiser clenched his jaw, holding back.
Vanessa smirked. "You think a pity scholarship makes you special? You're still trash, and you'll never be one of us."
And then — she grabbed a cup of water in Alice's table and poured it over Alice's head.
The cold soaked through her hair, down her neck, and into her sweater.
The café gasped, but no one moved. No one helped.
Alice's eyes stung. Not from the water — but from the humiliation. Her fists clenched on her lap.
Then she heard the chair screech.
Kaiser stood.
His eyes, usually so soft, had turned to steel. He stepped between Vanessa and Alice, voice low and dangerous.
"Vanessa, that's your name right?. If I ever see you within five feet of her again…" he leaned forward, "I will make life hell for you."
Vanessa's smirk faltered.
Kaiser turned to Alice, gently pulling her up by the hand. "Come on."
He didn't wait for permission. He just led her out of the café, through a sea of shocked stares. His hand was warm, his pace careful. Alice followed without resistance, still dripping, still stunned.
Outside, the air was cooler, quieter.
"I'm fine," she finally said, pulling her hand away.
"You're not," Kaiser replied.
"I don't need saving," she muttered.
"I didn't save you. I warned her."
She paused, trying not to look at his perfect face. "Still… thank you."
Kaiser first hesitated and later asked. "Can I take you home?"
Alice shook her head. "No. I'll be okay."
She turned and walked away before he could even argue. Her pride was the only thing she had left.
From behind, one of the other Sinners stepped beside Kaiser. It was Liam, the one with silver rings and a knowing smirk.
"She lives in Eastward Block?" he asked.
Kaiser nodded. "She gave me her address earlier. I just—wanted to make sure she got home safe."
Liam's smirk faded.
"That place…" he said, voice low. "That whole area's crawling with bloodsuckers. The kind that even we don't want to mess with."
Kaiser's gaze darkened.
Then, with a quiet voice full of something deeper, he whispered to himself, "She has no idea what kind of danger she's really in."
Before Liam could even say anything else, Kaiser vanished from his view like a fast.
"Wait Kaiser--- what if someone sees you. ", Liam said more to himself.