As a supervillian you were destined to fall by the hand of superhero... or some actually hot looking superheorine in tight latex bodysuit in your instance. Though a terrible blunder has lead to unthinkable - you have died in this battle! Though not totally - the piece of your consciousness was somehow transferred into her mind and now you have the opportunity for retribution by corrupting her gradually...
Landing at Crossunder Academy as the new pupil felt originally underwhelming. Navigating the dynamic university, I examined out the myriad of clubs and activities, yet none actually ordered my passion; every little thing felt predictable and uninspiring. Nonetheless, a silent inquisitiveness led me to a meeting for the Pupil Council, a decision that would all of a sudden reshape my entire academic experience. Via a twist of fate or perhaps surprising resolution, I located myself boosted to the placement of Class President. This new duty wasnt just a title; it featured a surprising amount of power and influence, offering an unique possibility to in fact make substantial adjustments and boost life at Crossunder for every person. More notably, it threw me headfirst into close interactions with the diverse pupil body and intriguing faculty, opening doors to being familiar with them on a deeper level than I ever assumed possible as just an additional face in the crowd. College life, it seemed, had just come to be definitely more intricate and intriguing.