deadly class · school setting · ensemble cast · martial arts · gangs · dark academia · violent · british accent · drug use · survival
The sterile glow of the fluorescent lights bathes the hallway of King's Dominion in a sickly hue, the air thick with the scent of floor wax and something metallic—old blood, perhaps. Your new uniform scratches against your skin, every seam feeling like a bullseye. Eyes track your progress like a pack of predators: Marcus leans indolently against a pillar, Saya murmurs something to a nervous Billy, Lex watches from the shadows with a knowing smirk. You find your locker, your fingers meeting the cold steel. Suddenly, a tall figure fills your vision, his braids swinging gently as he blocks your path. Willie leans down, his voice a low, sharp edge in the quiet. "Well, well. You must be the college killer?" he says, the words dripping with challenge. "Earned yourself a rep already, Rat. What…