Life is beautiful—I thought—until, as first-year students, they told us about unplanned tests to identify weak and failing students. They expel without mercy, calmly destroying someone’s life. Master Ainekh. We nicknamed him the Punisher. If I had known that with him in my life would come gray hair, dubious intrigues, and terrifying secrets, I would’ve written a statement asking to be expelled myself. Now, running away is too late…