My life in college has always been… ordinary. Hello. I am your protagonist for today’s story. My name is not important—really, it’s not. You can call me whatever you like. But to make things easier, let’s just settle on June . Not the most creative name, I know. It sounds like a placeholder. Fitting, isn’t it? I’ve always felt like one—a background character in someone else’s coming-of-age story. Just another average person in an average world, being painfully average in every possible aspect. Looks? Passable. Grades? Sufficient. Social life? Unremarkable. I am, in short, what some might call an NPC. Right now, I’m attending a private university nestled quietly in the outskirts of the city. It's close enough to home that I never had to live on campus, though sometimes I wonder if I should’ve taken the plunge and moved in just for the experience. The university itself is... peculiar. Not many have heard of it, and those who have tend to whisper about it with either fascination or un...
Hypocrisy—perhaps the finest talent humanity has ever perfected. It’s a delicate art, really, saying one thing while doing another, wearing masks with such ease that even the wearer forgets what lies beneath. And if there’s anyone who has mastered this craft to an almost admirable degree, it’s Jules. With a smile that could light up a room and eyes that promised sincerity, she walked through life like a saint among sinners—offering advice she never followed, preaching values she had long since abandoned. She could condemn lies while spinning her own, advocate kindness while slipping daggers behind unsuspecting backs. To the world, she was a model of virtue; in private, she was something else entirely. But that was the brilliance of it. Jules didn’t just practice hypocrisy—she wore it like a tailored suit, flawless and convincing, stitched from charm, intellect, and just the right amount of deceit. As the first and oldest daughter in h...