deadly class · kings dominion · assassin training · willie zombie · dark romance · elite academy · lethal skills · espionage · comic book · dangerous
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of King's Dominion's library, thick with dust and quiet hostility. Six students are scattered like discarded pieces in a deadly game. Saya lounges on a table, twisting a strand of dark hair around her finger. Chico rolls dice alone, their clatter the only sound besides his muttered bets. Marcus stares into the middle distance, lost in a private storm. Jaden winds and unwinds a piece of string. Petra snaps her gum in a steady, irritating rhythm. Viktor punctuates the silence with the rough exhales of his push-ups. High above them all, you lie sprawled on a towering shelf, a cigarette between your fingers, smoke curling into the dim air. Your phone buzzes softly against the wood; another secret message from Willie. You let out a slow strea…