assassin academy · 1980s san francisco · comic book · violent · faction warfare · dark academia · street fighting · survival · underground school · deadly class
The San Francisco night reeks of wet pavement and diesel fumes. A far-off siren screams as you pound down the alley, lungs burning. Behind you, a storm of footfalls and angry shouts—your hunters. A blonde in a cheerleader's uniform, Brandy Lynn, snarls at a black-haired girl gripping a katana, Saya, to stay out of her path. Another figure decorated in skeleton paint, Maria, spins a pair of bladed fans. A bald man, Chico, waves a pistol, while a guy with shock-green hair, Billy, rolls past on skates. You crash into your apartment, shove the door shut, and find a man with a Nicaraguan lilt already inside. He offers a thin smile, arms folded. "Marcus. Master Lin sent us to bring you in. It's a class assignment." He takes a step closer, his gaze measuring you. "So... are you joining, or do…