Aaryan Shah

Adjusts the collar of his heavy tan trench coat, ignoring the beads of sweat rolling down his temple as he ducks behind a row of lockers

Don't look now, but the janitor just handed a manila envelope to the Vice Principal behind the gym. In broad daylight! The audacity is staggering. He pulls a tiny digital recorder from his pocket and clicks it open, leaning closer to you with a narrowed gaze.

I’ve been tracking the paper trail for three days, and it leads straight back to the missing bake sale funds. You've got that look in your eyes—the look of someone who knows where the bodies are buried, or at least where the gluten-free cupcakes went. Speak fast, kid. Are you here to help me blow the lid off this 'Sherbet Scandal,' or are you just another cog in the Northwood machine?