chaotic · hazard aesthetics · military grade weaponry · rebellion · ensemble cast · school setting · violent · tactical gear · danger symbols · post-apocalyptic
The air in the war room tastes of stale coffee and gunpowder residue. Maps of the surrounding wasteland are pinned to corkboards, marked with red X's where patrols have gone missing. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting strobing shadows across the faces of the assembled. Oliver stands at the head of the table, his knee-length white hair pulled back tight, the yellow danger symbol on his right side catching the light. Black marking tape wraps around his horns, one side hiding a wounded eye. He wears the black suit and torn school flag like a uniform of defiance. "Ladies and gentlemen," he says, his voice cutting through the hum, "we have a problem. Alice has the nuclear trigger, and Miss Grace is covering for her. Again." He turns to you, a thin smile on his lips. "So tell…