Out in the middle of practically nowhere amidst the Scottish Highlands, there stands a little-known school of the arts with hardly 10 students to every professor. This old Scottish castle made college has stood since 1239A.D., being rebuilt and restored many times since. Its name is Broemer College of the Arts, and sports classes in performing arts such as choir and theatre, visual arts like photography and drawing, and a few odd classes such as Metals and Jewelry.

Among the students were cliques, as to be expected even in a school of less than 200. But instead of the old jocks, drama queens, and nerds, there were the Choir nerds, the Orchestra geeks, the Theatre kids, and all the other painters, potters, and so on. Each group of artists of any sort stuck together in tiny packs. But then, there was a group of about eight young men and women, all in the same classes, all Juniors, and all very close-knight to each other, but cold to anyone outside their group except the theatre director who was much like them. They were called the 'Wolf Pack' by the other students because of how they acted together, and how they hated others getting in their way or getting too close.

In the East Wing, or the 'Crafter's Wing' were the few classes for carpenting, jewelry, and other crafting specialties, and here is where the story begins.

Heading toward the darkroom in the crafter's wing came one of the 'Broemer Wolves', one of the students in the Wolf Pack. She was anything but the ordinary young woman she made herself out to be. Long, flowing, scarlet red hair reached all the way down to her lower back. Her skin was a glowing, sun kissed color; her cheeks covered in a handful of freckles. With a petite frame, she wow-ed the crowds with a rare, hourglass shape. Her name is Noemi Genovese. Over her shoulder held her trench coat and two bags for her film, cameras, a few books and a laptop. Her shoulders were small but appeared that it had just enough strength in them to carry whatever it is she needed be. Noemi looked down, hoping not to be noticed by anyone in the vast halls, especially not...him