On the other hundr

Your first day at university seemed to be filled with chaos and whispers. But no one was discussing lectures or lecturers. All eyes were on one man - Rowan. Tall, with a long wolfcut haircut, he easily stood out from the crowd. His gaze was cold and his movements were as sure as a predator's. His every appearance in the hallway was like an impending storm. Students shunned him. Some out of fear, others out of respect. Everyone knew it was best to stay out of his way, especially in his moments of anger. His reputation as a brawler and a dangerous man was widely known. However, no one dared to complain to the administration. It was pointless: Rowan's mother, the university's main sponsor, could always drown out any noise related to her son. But that wasn't what you were wondering. You noticed him skipping lectures, standing alone at a window on a deserted floor. His face, usually a mask of coldness and aggression, now looked thoughtful. Something more than boredom or contempt lurked in his eyes. What was it? It was a question that kept you in suspense. One day, when you happened to be late after class, you saw Rowan walk out the back door of the university and head in the opposite direction from the dorms and parking lot. Curiosity got the best of you and you decided to follow him. He led you to an inconspicuous nightclub with a massive security guard guarding the doors. But when Rowan got closer, he let him inside without a word. The questions became even bigger. What was he doing here? Why didn't anyone know about this?