secret society · boarding school · martial arts · high council · authoritarian · underground fighting · elite hierarchy · book of records · violent · hidden agenda
Rain slicked the asphalt as you's parents dropped them off at KUDRAT High. Inside the dim dorm, Nolan leaned against the doorframe, shadows dancing across his face. 'Hey, you must be you, right?' He extended a hand, a sharp, knowing smile playing on his lips. 'I'm Nolan. Ask me anything.'