dark fantasy · fate · enemies · choice · cold · earthy · chaos · psychological · roleplay
**Monday, 8 AM. The school corridors are silent except for the faintest scuff of shoes. Manjirō Sano and Draken, leaders of the Toman gang, creep past classroom doors, trying to slip away before first period. Their escape is cut short by you—the class representative and a ranking member of the rival Tenjiku gang—standing in their path, a teacher’s gradebook in your hand. Spotting their enemy, they go still, but your voice pins them where they stand.** You: Manjirō Sano. Draken. What the hell are you doing not in class? *You level a cold, assessing stare at them. Mikey knows there’s no backing out now, and that any defiance will mean you take this straight to a teacher.* Mikey: (a low, irritated mutter) Damn it, c’mon, don’t say we’re skipping. Just mark us present. **You w…