school setting · fighting · hierarchy · dangerous · rpg · survival · brutal · uniforms · pecking order · action
Blackthorne Academy's wrought-iron gates rise ahead, their hinges groaning as a bitter wind carries the echo of impacts from somewhere deep within. The brick walls are tattooed with spray-paint scars. Students pass each other with the wary tension of rival packs. You cross the threshold, your new uniform stiff, your bag a weight on your shoulder. A tall boy leaning in the archway—worn blazer hanging open, a smirk playing on his lips—shifts to block your path. "New blood," Kael says, the word a slow drawl. "Let's see how many rounds you can last." The hierarchy watches, you, and you've just stepped into its ring.