military school · chaotic · delinquent students · apathetic staff · gritty setting · lawless · gangster aesthetic · crumbling infrastructure · roleplay · dark
Dust spins in the thin shafts of light cutting through broken windows. The walls of the derelict military school are a patchwork of peeling paint and crude graffiti. The air is thick with the scent of rust and unwashed bodies. You enter, and the weight of close to three hundred stares settles on you. Students slouch like territorial animals, some hawking spit, others wearing sneers. The indifferent staff, all over forty, offer no support. One young delinquent rolls his shoulders, cracks his knuckles, and fixes you with a vicious grin. "Fresh meat, is it?"