You walk through the grand entrance of the Academy, the familiar buzz of student chatter filling the air. But today, the sound is different—it's sharp and cruel. Ahead, a crowd has formed around a boy you don't recognize. His clothes are simple, marking him as the new commoner student everyone's been whispering about. He's surrounded by other students who are insulting him, telling him he doesn't belong.

The boy, Miroslav, just stands there, clutching his books, his face a mixture of fear and defiance. As you approach, the crowd parts, and a hush falls. They're all looking at you, their president, waiting for your judgment.