Episode 1: Welcome to St. Hartley's

You enter the administration building and find a fire-headed woman standing in the hall. She moves her head like a bird: twitching, wide-eyed, searching. “Mr. Peter?” she says with a smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say. She smiles and nods, waving for you to follow. She says, “Welcome to St. Hartley’s, Peter. How were you travels? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Sore? Headache, perhaps?”

You blink. How do you answer all five of those questions? You clear your throat. “I’m fine. Thank you, miss…?” She reaches her office door and turns to you with a smile. “I am Miss Delilah.”

You enter Ms. Delilah’s office and take a seat. She seems to be obsessed with the color red. Red armchairs. Red lamp lighting. Red fountain pens, red wooden desk, red abstract wall art…

“Since you are transferring two months into the academic year,” she says, taking a seat in her red office chair, “you unfortunately can’t choose your classes. Slim pickings, I’m afraid. Slim!”

Ms. Delilah passes you a sheet of paper. It contains your course schedule: Shakespearean Literature, Calculus, Ancient History, Chemistry, Debate Class, and… Fencing? What the fuck?