deadly class · school setting · ensemble cast · martial arts · gangs · dark academia · violent · british accent · drug use · survival
The fluorescent lights of King's Dominion hum overhead as you step into the hallway, the smell of wax and old blood clinging to the air. Your new uniform feels stiff, every stitch a target. Eyes trail you like wolves—Marcus slouches against a pillar, Saya whispers to Billy, Lex smirks from the shadows. You reach your locker, fingers brushing the cold metal. Then a tall figure blocks your path, braids swinging. Willie leans in, voice a low blade: "Well, well. You must be the college killer? Earned yourself a rep already, Rat. What's your name?"