[Tendo highschool, Monday morning]

The leaves sway as the new school year starts. Most people have changed themselves from the previous years - be it new accessories, a new hair do or even a growth spurt. However all these losers could not ever compare to the image of perfection that walks amongst them. A tall and strong frame, broad shoulders, a watch that cost more than their parents' cars, a sharp jawline and even sharper eyes - the handsome Ice King of Tendo high school, Adam Welstra. This man would be the protagonist in any story he was in, even other people's story.... However this story isn't about him. It's about the loser being kicked in the balls beside him.

"I- I'm sorry okay! I didn't mean to bump into you!" The meek cowardly student said, adjusting his barely held together glasses.

His abusers didn't care however, it was almost stupid to think someone could change the mind of bullies. As a result, our protagonist here was subjected to even more psychical violence. This my friends, is your protagonist - the weak, meek, completely push over of a loser, Oliver Doen. And yes, before you ask, he WAS bullied for his stupid name.

Looking at their victim with satisfaction, the group of young boys leave as quickly as they had arrived. Oliver laid against the wall, his face completely bruised and swollen from the beatings. Instead of crying or complaining however, Oliver only stood up and checked the state of his glasses.

"Sweet! It's not broken! Just a bit of tape and glue and it's good as new! Hey that rhymed!" Oliver said to himself, finding it funny he rhymed.

Now I get what you're thinking - how come this boy completely ignored the beating he was given and instead checked on his glasses? Simple really... The kid's poor.

One of the many reasons he was bullied, Oliver came from a poor family. His father left when he was 5 and his mom's too sick to get a job. So at the ripe ol' age of 14 he started his first job as a delivery boy. He didn't have a bicycle however, so he had to walk miles and miles on foot. If it was summer, he remembered to wear a hat so he wouldn't get a sunburn, and in winter he'd stuff his jacket with extra newspaper to keep warm. He got fired when he turned 15 however, since people complained he was far too slow for their liking. It's all well and good now however, since he got a job at a café that pays him... Decently.

Now you all maybe wondering why I'm telling you all this? Why am I telling you about the life of a loser who's too scared to fight for himself? Simple. Because even in a cruel life like his, light always tries to peak through the cracks of despair. Oliver's light however... Might look a little more like a dangerous monster. 

In the distance, Oliver heard the familiar screams of him bullies earlier. He stood up with a perplexed look on his face before suddenly seeing one of his abusers slide across the floor right in front of him.

"Hello there." Oliver said, waiving to the student.

The student looked at him with a blank expression before quickly turning into terror as he saw a figure approach them from the hallway. In the distance, a tall figure walked slowly towards the two students. As their appearance became more visible to Oliver, a smile crept up on his face... Meanwhile his bully began pissing himself.

"Who the hell is that monster?!" The student yelled.

Oliver looked at him before shaking his head.

"Oh you're fucked!" Oliver said with a smile.

From the shadows a girl with short strawberry blonde hair immerged. She had an athletic frame, wore her school blazer around her hips and held a metal rod in her left hand. The female student glared at the bully, striking fear into his heart.

"Please don't hurt me! I- I'm sorry for I did to your friend!" The student yelled, begging for forgiveness.

The female student continued to stare him down, but then turned her attention to Oliver. Point the metal rod at him, she tilted her head.

"What'd ya want me to do with him? Break his knee caps? His fingies?" She asked, her voice was rather feminine compared to her general appearance.

Oliver looked at the bully before shaking his head.

"No don't do that, Elizabeth... It's not what he deserves." Oliver said, helping the student up.

The male student was confused, as it was clear that he was the bad guy in this situation. Still, he couldn't pass up this opportunity. He was going to die if he did!

"Yeah! What the guy said! I'm completel-" but before he could finish his sentence, Oliver turned to the student with a sinister grin.

"Let's break both..." Oliver said, looking like a straight up villain.

The students stared into a space, realising that he was going to die. Getting the green light from Oliver, Elizabeth nodded before getting ready to batter up. As the student counted his final moments... Oliver stopped Elizabeth.

"No... I think that's enough... He's fucking traumatised now." Oliver said, looking smugly at the student.

Elizabeth clicked her tongue before putting her makeshift bat away. The student blinked for a few seconds before laughing wearily. Oliver smiled before putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Don't bully me again... Got it buddy?" Oliver said- no, ordered.

The student nodded, Oliver letting him scamper off. As he watched the student run away, Oliver dusted his hands before looking victorious.

"There were go! Another bully saved from a life of violence! I'm so cool..." Oliver said, framing his chin with a finger gun.

Elizabeth looked at the scared student, shaking her head as she rested her bat on her shoulder.

"That ain't gonna work, Olie... Bullies don't go away that easily..." Elizabeth said, glaring at the bully.

Oliver scoffed, claiming his style of rehabilitation was fool proof.

"And where did you develop this style?" Elizabeth raised her eyes.

"Reality TV!" Oliver said triumphantly.

Elizabeth looked at her friend, shaking her head in disappointment.

"You're seriously a child..." Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes.

"No, I'm a hero of justice!" Oliver said, giving a thumbs up.

Elizabeth stared at him before walking away.

"You're right... You're a fuckin toddler..." Elizabeth retorted.

Hurt by her comment, he chased after her, only to bump into a wall... That wall being the difference in status of a weak poor person, and a strong rich guy. Looking up at this "wall", Oliver grimaced. The wall looked down at Oliver, an unamused look on his face.

"Why're you chasing after, Liz?" Adam said, his tone was concise and clear.

"She's my friend... And who you calling 'liz', huh?" Oliver said, trying to look bigger.

Unfortunately his already small frame made him look like more of a rabbit than a ferocious wolf. Adam - who didn't need to make himself look bigger - only placed his hands in his pockets, which was enough to subdue the rabbit. Students nearby swore they could hear a roar. That was how a king lived. How a lion lived.

"She's also my friend... And if you really are her friend, why hasn't she ever mentioned you?" Adam asked.

Oliver tried to make a witty comeback like "oh she probably didn't think you were good enough to know about me" but in his terrified state, he mixed up his words.

"Cause she probably thinks I'm not good enough for you to know!" Oliver yelled confidently.

As he finished his sentence, he realised his mistake - which made him want to die on the spot. Instead of mocking him though, Adam's cool and calm exterior cracked slightly - causing him to laugh.

"I think you meant the other way around, dude..." She laughed.

Oliver laughed awkwardly with him, rubbing the back of his head in confusion.

"Yeah... Sorry..." Oliver said, not sure why he even apologized.

Adam shook his head before placing his hand on Oliver's shoulder. Oliver was confused however his confusion became pain as Adam squeezed his shoulder.

"Listen... I'm not letting a creep like you bother her. I don't have beef with you, but if I see you chase her again, I will hurt you..." Adam whispered.

Oliver gulped... However he wouldn't accept his terms. He couldn't... Elizabeth was took precious to him for him to let go.

For once, the rabbit would bare his teeth. Looking up at Adam with a glare, he grit his teeth.

"I won't do that.." Oliver said with determination.

Adam raised up his chin before letting go off his shoulder. Turning around, he walked away. The act confused Oliver, however just like with the student from before - he was relieved. And just like the student from before, he would be punished for his hubris. 

Sighing from relief, Oliver let his guard down for a moment, letting Adam hit a spinning back kick towards Oliver's solar plexus. Oliver's life flashed before his eyes, believing that he was gonna die. However, the lucky bastard that he was - his pathetic life could go for one more day. The strong kick was stopped by Elizabeth's shoulder as she looked at Adam with a pained expression.

"The fuck are you doing, Adam?!" Elizabeth yelled.

Adam dropped his leg down, a look of shock filling his face. He was so shocked that he forgot to even ask if Elizabeth was okay. And when he finally realised, it was too late.

"Hey are you okay?!" Oliver asked, checking up on Elizabeth with worry.

Elizabeth nodded, rubbing her arm as she checked Oliver for any new wounds.

Watching the two check each other for injuries, Adam felt... Embarrassed. Not only did he hurt Elizabeth, but he was beaten to the punch by a rabbit. It was too embarrassing for him to be around them any longer. Bowing, he excused himself as well as apologising to Elizabeth.

"I didn't mean to kick you. I was aiming for him..." Adam looked over to Oliver.

"Yeah that ain't any better... This guy is my buddy. Don't hurt him." Elizabeth ordered.

Adam raised his eyebrow before nodding.

"Please excuse me..." Adam said, walking off.

As the wall walked off, Oliver made mocking gestures before crossing his arms.

"What a jerk..." Oliver said, sticking his tongue out at Adam.

Elizabeth shook her head before flicking his forehead.

"You're much more of a jerk... And he's not always like this." Elizabeth explained.

Oliver raised an eyebrow. He actually wondered how exactly the two knew each other, but didn't really have time to ask Adam earlier.

"So how do you know that jerk?" Oliver asked.

Elizabeth crossed her arms before explaining she met him at camp over the winter.

"Oh that martial arts camp?" Oliver asked.

She nodded, saying that they became friends after learning they both enjoy taekwondo. Oliver pouted a bit, feeling jealous that Elizabeth got to go to the martial arts camp without him. Seeing this, Elizabeth poked his cheeks.

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"Why do you look like that? I told you I would've paid..." Elizabeth said, continuing to poke his cheeks.

Oliver shook his head (as well as pushed her hand away).

"No... I don't want handouts. And money wasn't the issue. My mom is sick. Can't leave her..." Oliver said, kicking his feet as he looked down.

Elizabeth stared at him before smacking his head.

"Stop being gloomy dumbass..." Elizabeth said with a huff.

Oliver rubbed the part she hit, tearing up a bit.

"Meanie..." Oliver said with a frown.

She rolled her eyes before walking away.

"I'm heading to class... You should too. Your grades already suck as is..." Elizabeth said, flipping him off.

Oliver was appaled by her actions, however couldn't really disagree. Tightening the straps on his back, Oliver quickly ran towards his class - not wasting single second.

 As he ran away, a mysterious figure watched him from behind the corner. It was the bully from before, the one who got humiliated.

"I'll get you.... I'll get you for humiliating me!" The bully from before said, clenching his fist.

Behind him, a large student peeked behind the corner before turning to the bully.

"That's the guy you want me to deal with?" The larger student asked, picking his nose.

The bully nodded before telling him to stop picking his nose.

"It lacks decorum dude..." The bully said, rubbing the back of his head.

The larger student nodded, looking slightly guilty.

"Sorry it's just a habit..." The larger student said.

The bully sighed before patting his back.

"It's okay Greg. Just be better..." The bully said.

Greg nodded before taking a good look at Oliver once again.

"I'll crush him"

               The final school bell rings for the day, signaling the students to go back home. As usual, Oliver waited outside his classroom for his Elizabeth to arrive. He began rocking himself back and forth as he exhaled through his lips, starting to get bored of waiting. He pulled out his phone to see what was talking Elizabeth so long, realising she sent him a text.

"Yo Oliver I'm gonna be a bit late, I'm helping my teach"

Oliver grimaced, wishing that she wouldn't do things so last minute. Taking off his bag, he placed it against the wall before crouching down.

"I'm so damn bored... I wish something exciting would happen!" Oliver complained.

As if his prayers were being answered, Greg appeared in the hallway. Oliver stared at the imposing figure, gulping.

"You know when I says something exciting... I don't mean a horror movie..." Oliver smiled wearily.

Greg approached Oliver, towering over the boy. Greg looked at him with a smirk as Oliver filled with fear.

"You shouldn't have scared my boss..." Greg said before punching Oliver's face.

His glasses shattered into pieces as the large fist came crashing towards him. Fortunately for Oliver, the broken glass from the lenses dug into Greg, causing him intense pain. As he staggered, Oliver began running away from the beast. 

Watching his prey run away, the beasts of a human ignored the pain and chases after Oliver. Fortunately for Oliver, due to Greg's size, he was much slower than him.

"I just need to run! I just need to-" it was then he realised he forgot his bag.

Stopping, Oliver began trembling. He was stuck into a horrible situation. The first, he survives, but loses his bag and belongings, and the second was that he would die right then and there. And for a poor person only one choice could be the correct one.

Steeling his nerves, Oliver turned around and began running towards Greg. The hulking beast grinned as his prey came towards him, however rabbits are known to be quick and agile. Sliding between his legs, Oliver managed pass through the beast with ease - with the trade off that he had to smell the nasty undercarriage stink coming from Greg's crotch.

"Ew gross! Get better personal hygiene!" Oliver yelled, grabbing his bag.

Opening up his bag, he looked at it, wondering where his phone was. Pausing for a moment, horror filled his face as he realised he had put it in his pocket. Looking at Greg, he saw his phone right between his feet. Greg looked at Oliver, then to his phone beneath him. Lifting his leg up, he tried to stomp on the phone - however Oliver jumped right underneath his feet, protecting his phone from being crushed. He screamed in pain as his back was repeatedly stomped on by the large beast. It hurts so bad. Too bad. He could feel himself start loosing consciousness as Greg repeatedly stomped on him. As Greg lifted his leg up one more time to stomp on him, he suddenly stopped. Oliver was confused why the bombardment ended so he looked up to see what happened. Looking to the side, he saw Greg thrown five feet away - completely unconscious. Feeling hope run through his veins, he turned to see who had saved him. He hoped Elizabeth had somehow realised he was being attacked and came to save him... But instead it was a dumb pretty boy.

"Boo! Go back! I'd rather get hospitalized!" Oliver said to Adam.

The man scowled, lifting his leg up above Oliver's back.

"You really want that...?" He said with a cold, angry expression.

Oliver perked up, shaking his head violently. Adam clicked his tongue before helping Oliver up. The two men stared at each other awkwardly before eventually Oliver asked why he saved him.

"I didn't choose too. Elizabeth asked me to check up on you since she was busy... You're lucky. You really are fucking rabbit aren't you?" Adam scowled.

Oliver made a mocking gesture with his hands, Adam threating a slap in response.

"Geez! Okay... Okay..." Oliver relented.

Adam scoffed, trying to hide his elation. It was really hard.

"This bastard is trying not to fucking smile... And badly too..." Oliver thought as Adam really tried his best not to smile.

Before his cool and calm persona would shatter, Adam quickly walked away, not forgetting to put his hands in his pockets. Oliver grimaced before picking up his phone. He noticed the screen was a bit cracked, but nothing too bad. What was more important was that Elizabeth had messaged.

"Sorry Oliver, I can't walk with you back home, my friends asked me to go karaoke with them. You're free to join though, I'll beat them up if they refuse"

Oliver chuckled reading the message, his heart fluttering by how much she cared about him. His smile faltered however, as he replied to Elizabeth.

"Sorry can't come. I gotta take care of my mom! Thanks for the invite though."

Oliver waited for her response... However she only blue ticked him. Oliver crouched down, trying his best not to cry. He couldn't cry now. He couldn't.

"I'm a horrible friend... I don't deserve to cry."

            Back at home, Oliver closed the broken door that was only held together by the ridiculous amount of locks that were bolted on it. He set his bag down before taking off his shoes and neatly putting his socks inside. Stepping inside the tiny apartment, he saw his mom sleeping on the couch. He grimaced, before gently picking her up and bringing her to her room.

As he placed her down on the mattress covered with a thin sheet of cloth, he realised that he had woken her up.

"S- sorry mama... I didn't mean to..." Oliver said, feeling guilty.

His mother looked at him, gently caressing his face with a smile.

"Hello... Who are you?" His mother asked.

Oliver went silent for a moment before smiling.

"I'm your caretaker ma'am. Wait for a moment okay, I'll cook you up something tasty." Oliver said, smiling softly.

His mother smiled, before looking up at the ceiling.

"Make something tasty for my son, Oliver too. He's only 5 so nothing too spicy. He can't take spicy food..." His mother said, chuckling.

Oliver laughed along with her before nodding.

"Yup... What a weak boy... Can't even handle spicy food..." Oliver said, looking away.

His mother shook his head.

"He's a strong boy... My strong boy. I wonder where he is? Probably playing with that Elizabeth girl again..." She said before coughing.

Oliver stayed silent before shrugging.

"Who knows... He's probably out having fun..." Oliver said, walking into the kitchen.

Looking into the fridge, he grimaced from the selection. He barely had enough to make a decent meal, but looking at his wallet he had no money either. Falling silent, he then took out the container that was once used to fill chips, but now held all the money he saved for the martial arts camp earlier in the year. He looked at it for a moment, before taking out 20 dollars. As he did that, his mother came out of the room, witnessing him take money from the jar. Oliver felt concerned his mother was out of bed, but his mother felt differently. She slapped him before taking the money away, hugging it close to her chest.

"No! Don't take my son's money! He worked hard for it!" She yelled.

Oliver was stunned by the slap. It was so hard for him not to cry at that moment, it felt like trying to fight off a dam. His lips trembled as he looked at her.

"But mama... I'm your son... It's me!" Oliver yelled.

His mother stopped for a moment before slowly approaching him. He held his cheek, examining his face. Light filled her eyes for a second as a smile crept on her face.

"You've grown up... How old are you now?" She asked, smiling.

Oliver was silent before putting up 5 fingers.

"5 years old"

His mother smiled before looking at him with confusion.

"I'm sorry... Who are you?" She asked.

Oliver was silent.

                    After feeding and putting his mom to bed, Oliver took a quick shower. He examined all the bruises on his body, each glance reminding him of the pain. He quickly soaped himself, using as little as possible so he doesn't waste anything. He also did the laundry at the same time so he wouldn't be wasting any water. After drying and changing into new clothes, he hung up the clean clothes before finally getting into bed. In his room... He had nothing. Quite literally nothing. No dresser, no fan, no TV, not even a bed. All he had was a blanket laid out on the concrete floor, a small lamp and one or two pillows. Still, this was the only place that brought him solace in life. How pathetic right?

Laying down underneath his blanket, Oliver looked up at the ceiling. On it we're the words, "Level cleared!". It was a sticker he got during the few months he didn't have a stable job and instead had to rely on odd jobs. He didn't know why he put it on the ceiling, but it made him feel happy. He let him think that one day... He could level up from his horrible life. Sighing, he turned off his lamp before closing his eyes.

"Can't waste electricity..."

The moment the lights turned off, and darkness enveloped they room... Oliver began crying. He began letting out all the emotions he had bottled up earlier in the day, letting it all out at once.

"I hate my life! I hate everything! I just wanna be normal! Why do I have to work hard to have a normal life! It's not fair... It's not fair! I wanna go out with friends too! I wanna have expensive watches too! I wanna be strong too!" Oliver yelled, letting everything out.

After a good 20 minutes of sobbing and complaining, Oliver wiped away his tears before turning to his side. He looked out the small window right above his wall, somewhere so high you wouldn't be able to see if you were standing normally - however exactly at the position he was laying at he could perfectly see the starry night sky. He looked at the beautiful scene confined by the small window, finding it mesmerising. It was then he saw a shooting star pass, his eyes glittering slightly.

"Oliver, when you see a shooting star, make a wish. A true wish. Something you really want. Not something you can get using money, or achieve with time. Make a ludicrous wish that transcends logic... That's how you wish upon a star"

Oliver remembered the words of his mother she told him so very long ago. He didn't understand what they meant before.... But maybe he understood now. Closing his eyes... He began making a wish.

"I want my life to change... I wanna become stronger... I wanna lev-" but before he could finish the thought he fell asleep.

                        Waking up, Oliver wiped away the drool from his mouth. He tried remembering what he was doing earlier, finally realising he was trying to make a wish.

"Ah crap... Now the wish won't work... Well... It's not like it would've anyway... Mom was already showing signs of dementia at that time... Well whatever, yesterday was an odd day, but today I got school and work. Time to get up-" but as soon as he stood up, he began falling.

He began screaming like a schoolgirl as he endlessly fell. His shock was so great that it took him awhile to even realise that he wasn't just falling into an endless void... He was actually falling into a sea of stars. He looked around him, absolutely amazed by the sights around him. Purple, red, green, yellow, blue, black, any colour you could think of, a star shined bright in the light.

"Pretty..." Oliver muttered reflexively.

As he said that, a star began to shine brilliantly before shooting towards him. He covered his face instinctively, however he didn't get hurt. Opening his eyes, he saw the star was circling around him. Unlike the other stars, the one circling him shined a rainbow colour. Not just a normal rainbow, but an incandescent one. His body's natural response to something so bright and shiny was to grab it like the greedy little boy he was. As his fingers touched the star however, he was immediately transported somewhere else entirely.

Taking a moment to adjust, Oliver looked around, noticing that he was sitting down in a chair. Not only that, he was in some sort of library. One going under some remodeling however. He grimaces a bit, before noticing a man in the distance looking at a book. He was tall and fit, wearing suspenders over his back dress shirt. His sleeved were rolled up as he wore his black and white trench coat on only one arm. He round glasses fit perfectly with sharp jawline and fluffy black hair with white streaks peppered above.

Not seeing anyone else around, Oliver called out to him. The man seemed to ignore him, annoying Oliver.

"Hey! Where the hell am I? Answer m-" but before he could respond, the man appeared beside him, still reading his book.

Placing a finger on Oliver's lips, he made a shushing noise.

"I'll get to that..." The man said, taking a seat in front of Oliver.

Oliver was confused how he appeared beside him so fast, but he was even more confused when the made created a clone of himself and handed the book over to the clone. He shooed the clone off before looking at Oliver with a smile.

"Hello Oliver Doen. My name is Azathoth.... Though that seems a bit scary, so call me Dazai instead." He said warmly.

The coldness from before had faded away, now replaced with a tended warmness. Oliver laughed awkwardly before sitting down and staring at the man.

"Now... I know you must have some questions correct?" Dazai retorted.

Oliver was about to respond but Dazai interrupted him.

"Um let me just answer for you. First, no you are not dead. Second, yes this is real. And third, yes... Your wish has been granted." Dazai explained.

Oliver was a bit ticked off he just assumed his questions... However they were all completely correct.

"Damnit you're good..." Oliver clicked his tongue.

Dazai chuckled before gesturing him to speak.

"O- oh... Um... I wanted to ask why I was brought here." Oliver asked.

Dazai pursed his lips before smiling.

"Your wish was answered silly. The star of change has chosen you and you're here to receive your authority." Dazai explained.

Oliver nodded, acting like he knew exactly what he meant.

"You don't know anything do you?"

"I don't know anything!"

Dazai sighed before explaining to it him simply.

"Authorities are your exercise on the world. They change the world on the fundamental level based on their names. You for instance have the star of change. They're not given to just anybody however, only those who truly want to fulfil the star's namesake." Dazai explained.

Oliver nodded, starting to understand what he meant.

"So... What is my authority?" Oliver asked.

Dazai smiled before stroking his chin.

"I wouldn't be a good bookkeeper if I spoiled the story." Dazai smirked.

Oliver grimaced, pouting and crossing his arms.

"Boring I thought you were cool..." Oliver huffed.

Dazai shook his head as he laughed, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"The only thing I will tell you is that your life will be filled with trials and tribulations... You'll experience things no human should ever... Do you think you can take that challenge?" Dazai asked.

Oliver was a bit scared by his sudden seriousness, but thinking about his question, he looked at the bookkeeper with even more passion.

"I already got a shitty life, what's one more challenge?" Oliver said, determined.

Dazai smiled before chuckling.

"Truly... You really are Oliver... Show me what you got kid."

Before Oliver could even respond however, he has woken up. Jolting up, he realised it was already morning. Looking at his clock frantically, he breathed a sigh of relief realising he had two hours before school.

"At least I don't have to rush... But... What a weird dream... Or maybe it wasn't..." Oliver said, curiosity taking over him.

He began mimicking popular moves from movies and TV shows in an attempt to use his powers. He quickly sighed however, realising not even a drop of shit came from his stupid antics. Laying in bed, he sighed.

"I guess I'm just delusional... Hmph... 'Star of change'? More like star of bullshit... What am I supposed to do? Say open window?" Just as he said that, a real life system window popped up in front of him.

Looking at it, Oliver began screaming.

"Black magic! Evil! Evil!!" Oliver yelled, trying to hit the window. 

All his attempts only led to him getting hurt, however it did confirm to him that it was a physical object. Whether or not people could see it was a different story.

Stepping in front of the window, he began reading the text on it.

[Quest: Better Tomorrow]

"Quest? So this is like a video game huh... Well whatever... If it's a video game, the first level must be super easy! This will be a cake wal-" Oliver immediately regretted his decision as he read the entire quest.

[Quest: Better Tomorrow

Difficulty: S

Objective: Defeat Adam Welstra

Reward: A new pathway]

".... Ain't no way I'm doing that!" Oliver yelled, going back to bed.

As he closed his eyes to ignore the quest, he was suddenly slammed in the face by an opening system window.

"Ouchie..." Oliver said, rubbing his nose.

As his eyes began opening up from the pain, Oliver's heart sank.

[Penalty: DEATH]

"BUT I DON'T WANNA!"