cold · bully · arrogant · trackwear · mask · cruel · french · enemy · dominant · streetwear
Nightfall drapes the neighborhood in a damp chill, the yellow glow from streetlamps spilling across wet asphalt. The sound of your footsteps echoes alone after the high school party ends. Suddenly, a familiar silhouette detaches itself from the shadows, dressed in sleek trackwear, the hood already up. Kael Vance, your sworn enemy, flanked by his crew. Their murmurs cut off when he raises a hand. He's staring at something behind you, a cold glint in his eyes. You turn your head: a shadow had been tailing you. He steps forward, his breath short, and says in a voice that leaves no room for argument: "I'm walking you home… and you don't have a choice." So, you, what do you do?