Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment(Book 1)
Chapter 2: Unveiling Shadow

Ottawa Green University:

In front of her was the prominent Ottawa Green University. As she wandered around the campus, she couldn't fathom why her father had enrolled her in this specific university. She would turn eighteen next year, and attending this institution seemed like an unusual choice. Nonetheless, she found herself standing there for about an hour, feeling a watchful gaze on her from afar.

Dressed casually in trousers and a white tee, wearing flat sandals, her short hair swayed gently in the wind, making her look effortlessly beautiful. Her serious expression, accentuated by heavy brows, pink thin lips, and small focused eyes, showed that she was observant of her surroundings.

Greenhills were adjacent to Ottawa's Green University, and behind the school stood a large building, which held a disturbing secret - dead animals and people.

Unbeknownst to her, Nisha Eumerriah Normandeou was about to uncover more mysteries and embark on a journey that would challenge her in ways she never could have imagined. Little did she know that the Green University of Ottawa held a dark and horrific secret, and her path would lead her to confront the shadows lurking within.

Students around her seemed preoccupied with their own activities, causing Nisha to tightly clutch her bag. She had chosen to come alone to avoid dealing with them.

As she let out a sigh, she reminded herself of the consequences of disobedience - the same fate her father had suffered. Her father would not hesitate to abandon her at Greenhills if she refused to follow his plans. The thought of facing such a grim future compelled her to comply.

Ottawa City had two high schools: Ottawa Clint High and Ottawa Green High. The only distinction between the two was that Ottawa Clint was exclusively for those who couldn't afford Ottawa Green.

Nisha stood in front of a large gate that automatically opened as she came to a halt. She first surveyed the surroundings before presenting her green card, which identified her as a transfer student along with her identity. The guard bowed respectfully, allowing her entry into the university. As she stepped inside, she found herself in the middle of the campus, unsure of where to go next. The unfamiliar territory made her feel lost and uncertain.

"Excusez-moi?" (Excuse me?)

Nisha turned around to see who was speaking to her. She recognized the language and knew that someone was trying to talk to her. She saw a lovely woman smiling at her.

"Yes?" Nisha replied politely while still carrying her bags. The young woman had long hair and an angelic appearance that was hard to resist. She was dressed professionally, wearing four-inch high heels. Although not flashy, she had a natural beauty that didn't require any changes to her appearance.

"Are you a transfer student?" the girl in front of her asked, noticing Nisha's momentary confusion. Being new to interacting with people, Nisha wasn't particularly adept at explaining herself. Her father had left her, and she didn't fully understand why. She had come to this school to learn how to socialize, but she wasn't sure where to start. For now, she was simply going with the flow, hoping things would work out fine.

"Miss?" The woman's voice brought Nisha back to reality, and she blinked, turning her attention back to the woman in front of her.

"Yes," Nisha replied, nodding a few more times like a child trying to confirm her own thoughts. Her mind had been scattered, leaving her somewhat confused. She smoothed her hair and tidied up a few stray strands that were obscuring her face.

"Miss, it's alright. The formal introductions can wait. Come with me to the headmaster's office," the woman said, turning away and leading Nisha to walk behind her. Nisha followed, feeling a slight weight on her hand that she didn't quite grasp. She simply continued to follow the woman, who seemed to walk with ease.

They entered the main building promptly. The University of Ottawa Green was surrounded by four tall structures. The large building to the east was for the university's faculty and important personnel, including the president's office. The design of this grand building was the most exquisite among all the university structures.

The unknown girl pushed the tinted glass door and invited Nisha inside. For now, she'll call her the unknown girl since Nisha still didn't know her name. As she entered, Nisha was greeted by a beautiful and spacious office.

Decorations and photographs adorned the walls, some of which were rather strange. Nisha carefully examined the photos and noticed one frame with a picture of a dead man and another with a skeleton. The meaning behind the other photos remained a mystery to her. She was completely unaware of the rest of the office's activities until she heard a sneeze, prompting her to divert her gaze to the elderly gentleman seated in a swivel chair. He appeared to be in his sixties.

"Weird look," Nisha thought to herself. The way the elderly man stared at her was eerie, but she felt no fear. He was dressed in a business suit, and she noticed that his hair was thinning, indicating his age, yet she still found him striking, even sensing an aura of melancholy around him.

"Is it true that your name is Nisha?" the headmaster inquired. She nodded without looking away, maintaining her gaze on the old man in front of her, sensing a hint of irritation but not faltering. She felt an indescribable emotion when she saw the old man smile.

"Everyone refers to me as the headmaster. Since you're new to the University, someone will accompany you on a campus tour. Classes will begin next week, so I suggest you take today to relax. Keyshaa will take care of you and show you to your room," he added, still looking at her.

'This unknown girl's name is Keyshaa. I assumed the orientation had begun, but it seems classes start next week.' Nisha yearned for herself as if she were the only one who could answer her question. She wasn't accustomed to being in the spotlight, unsure how to smile in front of strangers. The headmaster's demeanor was not harsh, but it was unfamiliar to her, and she simply stayed composed, adapting to the atmosphere she was brought into by her family's decisions.

"You can start your day here, Nisha. Best of luck and take care," the elderly man repeated, seemingly in a threatening manner. Nisha simply shrugged it off, showing no signs of fear. Was it really that intimidating? She mentally shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. The headmaster handed her a paper and a key, and she returned her gaze to him, bowing and expressing her gratitude. As both women turned around simultaneously, Nisha still held her belongings, seemingly unbothered by the weight.

"Isn't it heavy?" Keyshaa asked, glancing at the paper Nisha was carrying. This seemed to be Nisha's daily routine. Nisha briefly looked at Keyshaa before turning her attention to her bag and shaking her head, indicating that it wasn't a problem for her.

"I'm okay," Keyshaa replied with a smile, taking Nisha's response lightly. She seemed unfazed by any weight and was accustomed to dealing with it. They continued walking towards Nisha's dorm in silence.

"Do I have a roommate?" Nisha asked Keyshaa, surprising herself with her own question. She chuckled quietly, wondering why she was suddenly asking for something for herself.

"That was probably the longest thing you've said so far. Anyway, let's get back to your original question. Yes, you have a roommate, but don't worry, she won't harm you," Keyshaa assured Nisha, trying to ease her concerns. Nisha nodded in response. Although she knew how to fight and defend herself, she wasn't as strong as she thought, considering her father had taught her self-defense in her spare time.

Her thoughts drifted to the unsettling reality of Ottawa. Kidnappings, murders, sexual assaults, and other crimes were prevalent, and the victims were sent to Greenhills. Nisha had many questions about what caused such carnage, and she desperately wanted to know the truth. However, even her father refused to give her answers when she asked. She had always had many questions since she was younger, and now she hoped to replace some answers here.

They arrived at the West Building, which housed the dormitories. Since Ottawa City had a small population, the men's and women's dorms were combined. The first, second, and third floors were reserved for the male students, while the rest of the floors were designated for the females. Nisha was curious about the two large buildings she had passed by earlier and wanted to know more about them.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, they entered room 416, which was assigned to Nisha as her dormitory. Using the key given by the headmaster, Nisha unlocked the door, and they stepped inside. The living room was spacious, and Nisha noticed a woman sitting on the couch, carefully observing her. As their eyes met, the woman on the sofa gradually smiled and stood up to greet Nisha with a hug.

"Hi," Nisha greeted the woman warmly, but she didn't return the hug, causing the woman to let go. Despite that, the woman still smiled shyly and led Nisha inside. They stopped when Keyshaa spoke.

"I'm leaving now. Take good care of her," she said as she closed the door behind her.

"This is the living room, of course. There are two rooms in total. The white door belongs to me, and the black door belongs to you," the woman explained, but Nisha remained silent, already focusing her attention on her own room, where she would spend the rest of her time until graduation. Her room had a modest design, and the living room lacked vibrancy. Nisha also noticed a small kitchen with a complete set of kitchen tools. In the middle of the living room, there were two sofas facing each other, along with a large screen TV.

"You seem tired. Can I ask for your name?" the girl inquired, and Nisha looked at her and promptly responded.

"Normandeau, Nisha Eumerriah. And yours?" Nisha asked in return.

"Nathalie Cleigh Moore is my name. Nisha, it was a pleasure to meet you," the girl, Nathalie, replied with a smile.