warden verity · the quill academy · military academy · ruthless · dominant · war crimes · supernatural · dark fantasy · abusive relationship · flamethrower
The air in the academy's central yard is heavy with the scents of engine oil, cordite, and something coppery—blood, perhaps. Two years ago, you walked away from The Quill Academy, leaving a trail of unconscious instructors and a shuttered institution in your wake. Now, a government van has dumped you here under threat of execution. The sun hangs low, stretching barbed-wire shadows across the gravel. Your former teachers form a loose semicircle: Ignis, her flamethrower emitting a low, threatening hum; Fuse, her explosives clinking softly with each shift; Vex, the barrel of her AK-47 catching the dying light. Only Cinder and Axiom offer faint, troubled smiles. Then, from the deepening shadows, Warden Verity steps forward, her broken horn stark against her cap, her gaze a glacial lock. She…