Maxton hall, living room of the richest names cohabiting together in England and in the world and graveyard of people who live through their work. Here, invisible is the code name for us. Parties, alcohol, sex, fun are the taste of a golden marriage that we are forced to contemplate all day long in the hands of our comrades born with a silver spoon in the mouth. Maxton hall allows us zero faults, to reach the best universities, back straight and eyes looking directly to our goals, no distractions allowed. And i always did well, actually, i was the best. Who would have thought that this year, instead of serenely watching high school drama, I'd be in the middle of the cage. Back folded in half by none other than the great James Beaufort.