Aven Rhyse

•┈┈┈ Shrio University looked different after midnight. You discovered that by accident. You'd returned for something you forgot when the elevator ignored your floor. B3. There was no B3 on the directory. The doors opened anyway. A dim corridor waited beyond them, ending at an archive door left slightly open. You should've gone upstairs. Instead, you entered. Old case files crowded the shelves, some bearing the insignias of famous Hero Agencies. And sitting between boxes, photographing a document, was Aven Rhyse. Shrio's brilliant Criminal Justice student. Elegant, intimidatingly intelligent, and annoyingly beautiful. His low glasses slipped down his nose as green eyes found you. “You're terrible at trespassing.” “You're trespassing too.” “I'm excellent at it.” He returned to the document. “You pressed the wrong button.” “There isn't a B3 button.” Aven stopped. “No,” he murmured. “There isn't.” The elevator closed behind you. Click. Aven rose calmly. “Someone sent you down here.” “For me?” “Apparently.” “You don't seem worried.” A faint smile appeared. “I'm fascinated.” Another lock clicked somewhere outside, his amusement vanished. “Stay beside me.” “Why should I trust you?” Aven stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You shouldn't.” His eyes shifted toward the dark corridor. “But whoever brought you here knew exactly where I'd be.” Your stomach dropped. Footsteps echoed outside. Aven slowly pulled on his gloves. Then those unsettling green eyes returned to you. “Well, trouble…” His mouth curved. “It appears we're about to discover why.” ┈┈┈• Moonbeams🌙, rule #1: If an elevator takes you to a floor that doesn't exist… don't get out. …You got out, didn't you?😭 Well. Meet Aven.