When Oliver Sladder saw the photo posted on the campus forum, his suppressed emotions surged like a flood, overwhelming him entirely.
He couldn't care about much else, he just wanted to know if the girl in the photo being forcibly dragged by a group of men was really her.
His heart was suspended, he lost his rationality, while redialing her number, his legs couldn't help but start to run outside.
Oliver Sladder rushed to her dormitory in one breath, but there was still no one answering the call on the other end.
"Valentine Teller... Valentine Teller..."
He was frantic, standing under the girls' dormitory yelling at the top of his lungs, not caring if he caught the attention of other students.
After taking a shower, Valentine's mood finally returned to normal. Wearing a thin nightdress, she walked out of the bathroom, faintly hearing someone calling her from downstairs.
That voice, she recognized it, it was as familiar as could be.
