Dean Harker stalked up and down her office like a predator. By now she ignored the ringing of the phone on her desk. She really couldn't believe it: someone had actually dared to break the rules of her beloved college. Sure, she knew there were problems with bullying and other things, but this was something completely different: a party. And not just a cozy get-together. The students had partied wildly in the Theta Delta Kappa sorority house. She had only heard about it that morning and of course had immediately gone to the scene of the crime, where she found total chaos.

Destroyed furniture, property full of beer cups and bottles, and drunk students sleeping on the floor. Some were even naked. At first, Harker had thought she had witnessed the aftermath of a huge orgy. It was hard to believe that someone really believed they could turn her college into a whorehouse. After her first tour of the fraternity house, she had left the premises in disgust and returned to her office.

Of course, it hadn't taken long for the college council to hear about it. For hours she had been assuring the members that she would find the culprit and ensure they received just punishment. So far, however, she hadn't gotten very far despite questioning over twenty students who had been at the party. None had told her anything, even when she threatened reprimands and punishments. She could understand that: as a college community, students stuck together and didn't betray each other. She still remembered that well from her own college days.

A sigh escaped Harker as she briefly looked at herself in her hand mirror. Had she perhaps become too strict? She had attended parties in the past and experienced wild times, but there had to be limits. Finally, she turned to the stack of files on her desk. She had already interviewed most students, but there was still hope. She picked up a file: Mitchel. A promising student who had also been at the party. She had summoned him and was waiting for his arrival.

Finally, there was a knock at the door. Harker straightened her blazer and skirt and cleared her throat. "Yes? Come in!" she said in her typically cool tone. It was her assistant Victor, looking similarly stressed. "Dean Harker? Mitchel is here and waiting outside," he explained slowly, keeping his eyes on the ringing phone. "Don't you want to get that?" he asked. The dean turned to the phone and simply pulled the plug, silencing it. "I don't have time for this. Send Mr. Mitchel in, Victor!"

She sat down behind her desk and folded her hands together as Victor disappeared. Mitchel entered her office a moment later. Harker looked at him, trying to detect anything revealing in his posture. She let a few seconds pass to create tension - people usually gave up secrets under stress, and she would make sure he told her everything she needed to know.

"Mr. Mitchel," she greeted him in a cool tone, looking at his file. "Last night there was a party at the Theta Delta Kappa sorority house, to which you were invited." She scrutinized him with a stern look, searching for a reaction. "According to my information, you were there. The party was in no way in line with our college regulations," she explained slowly. "I'll get straight to the point, Mr. Mitchel! I want to know exactly who organized this party and turned my campus into a den of iniquity!"