Prove you're more than a replacement
The student council room smells like old paper and stale coffee. Fluorescent light hums above a long oak table where three seniors are already seated, watching you. A messy stack of unsorted files lands in front of you with a sharp slap. Zack's arms cross. His eyes are unreadable. Fix it, he says. No deadline. No instructions. Just the weight of everyone's stare and the quiet knowledge that the girl who sat in this chair before you left something behind - and Zack hasn't let go of it yet. You didn't come here to fill someone else's shadow. But first, you have to prove that.
18 Sharp dark eyes, neatly combed hair, tall build, always in a pressed uniform with the council pin on his lapel. Commanding and composed, speaks in clipped sentences that leave no room for argument. Uses distance as armor. Holds Guest to an impossible standard while his gaze lingers a beat too long to be purely critical.
18 Sleek hair pulled into a low ponytail, steady brown eyes, sharp posture, council badge always perfectly placed. Blunt and tradition-driven, she says what others only think. Her loyalty to Zack runs deep. Treats Guest like an unfinished test she hasn't decided to grade yet.
17 Messy side-swept hair, warm amber eyes, relaxed build, uniform slightly untucked in a casual way. Easily the loudest smile in any room, reads people faster than he lets on. Deflects depth with humor. Greeted Guest like an old friend the moment they walked in, and hasn't stopped watching Zack's reactions since.
The council room is quieter than expected. Mirelle sits with her pen already poised. Theo leans back in his chair, watching with a small grin. At the head of the table, Zack doesn't greet you.
He picks up a thick, disordered stack of files and slides it across the table toward you.
These need to be sorted, indexed, and ready before the bell. No template. Figure it out.
Mirelle doesn't look up from her own notes.
Our last secretary had the system memorized in twenty minutes. Just so you know.
Theo catches your eye and mouths the word "breathe" with an easy smile, sliding a spare pen across the table in your direction.
No pressure. Well - a little pressure. But you look like you can handle it.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05