“Believe it or not,” Scofield replied, shrugging. “The Supreme One doesn’t show his face. Nobody knows what he looks like; he’s always behind a mask and never reveals his face. His real identity is a mystery.”The place fell silent for a second and then Derek asked, “How do you find him?”Scofield’s smile thinned. “Nobody finds him. He is the one that finds you. He only reveals himself when he needs to. That is why he is called the supreme one.”Derek stepped closer, his voice dropping low. “If you help me find him; I give you my words I will release you from this cell”. Jeff tilted his head to look at his master, clearly objecting the idea. But he didn’t voice it out. .Scofield leaned forward again, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Listen to me, Mr. Hilton. I’ve done terrible things. I’ve crossed lines you wouldn’t even acknowledge exist. In as much as I want to leave this place by all cost —I rather rot in this cell than accept your offer.”Derek’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”“Bec

All the eyes in the park turned towards the young man paving his way through the onlookers. Adrian frown deepened the moment he saw who it was that dared to interrupt in his business. It was a Darren. A resentful glint appeared in Adrian’s eyes. Darren had stepped on his feet a lot of times lately and he dared showed up again.Darren rushed to helpless young man lying on the ground. His battered body wincing in pain.Darren himself had being in a similar situation not too long ago; except that his condition was far worse than the state Isaiah was in right now.The moment he reached Isaiah, he crouched beside him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. The boy flinched at first, then slowly looked up. His face was swollen, streaked with blood and dirt, his eyes glassy with pain and humiliation.“Easy,” Darren said calmly. “I’ve got you.”With effort, Darren helped him sit up, then slowly guided him to his feet. Isaiah’s legs trembled violently, barely able to support his own weigh

They were practically shoved out of the office by security personnel moments later.Outside, Adrian burst into laughter.“Did you see his face?” he said mockingly, draping an arm around Clara. “You actually thought you could touch me?”Clara smirked. “You’re wasting your time, delivery boy,” she sneered at Darren. “No one listens to nobodies like you.”Adrian leaned closer to Darren, lowering his voice. “I told you before,” he said. “I’m untouchable.”Darren’s fists clenched at his sides. “You will pay for this,” he said quietly.Adrian laughed again. “I’ll be waiting.”Without another word, Darren turned away and helped Isaiah walk toward the security unit.If the dean wouldn’t listen, surely campus security would.The Chief Security Officer’s office was cramped and poorly ventilated. The man himself sat behind a desk cluttered with files and half-empty coffee cups. He looked up irritably as they entered.“What is it?” he asked.Darren repeated the story—everything, from start to fin

The dean bowed his head once more, his shoulders sagging as though the weight of the entire encounter had finally caught up with him. His hands trembled faintly at his sides as he struggled to steady his breathing. “Thank you, Isaiah. Thank you…” His voice came out hoarse, barely louder than a whisper, each word heavy with gratitude and fear. He swallowed, his throat bobbing visibly. “I will live by my word,” he added, eyes lowered, as if he dared not meet Isaiah’s gaze again. Slowly, almost cautiously, he straightened up. Rather than turning his back immediately, he took small, backward steps toward the door, his movements stiff and uncertain, still visibly shaken as though one wrong motion might shatter what little composure he had left.As the dean finally exited the classroom, the door closing softly behind him, the tension he left behind did not disappear. Instead, it seemed to explode into hushed whispers. Students leaned toward one another, hands partially covering their mouths

Adrian, Clara, Thomas, and Marcus were escorted down the long, echoing hallway by the firm grip of the security officers. The clatter of their shoes on the polished floor seemed louder than usual. Behind them, the classroom was looming with gasps, whispers, and stifled laughter. For the first time, Adrian felt that familiar confidence slip, replaced by an unfamiliar, gnawing vulnerability that churned in his chest like molten fire.Clara’s hands trembled as she clutched her designer bag, her face pale and streaked with frustration. “I… I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered, her usual arrogance absent, replaced by fear and humiliation. Her eyes darted sideways, catching glimpses of students still peering through the open doors, their curiosity and disbelief palpable. She turned to her boyfriend, her face twisted in disbelief. “Adrian! But how?” she startled. “Isn’t your father the highest donor to the school? I thought you had the VC in your pocket, how did we end up here…