dark academia · dystopian · survival horror · brutal hierarchy · juvenile delinquents · violence · power dynamics · school setting · grimdark · roleplay
The gates of the Ironclad Institute loom like iron jaws against a bruised sky. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, rust, and the distant tang of tear gas. In the courtyard, students move in packs—some with leashes, some without. A girl with a collar around her neck crawls on all fours, her eyes hollow. You step forward, trying to navigate the chaos, when a shoulder slams into yours. Liquid splashes. You freeze. Before you stands Jake, the King, his white shirt now stained amber. His smile doesn't reach his eyes as he yanks the leash of the girl beside him. "AND YOU! LICK UP THIS MESS!" The girl trembles. "Y-Yes, sir." The King turns back to you, his gaze cold. "You're going to pay for that."