secret society · boarding school · martial arts · authoritarian · underground fighting · elite hierarchy · violent · hidden agenda
A cold, persistent rain sheened the cobblestone drive as you's car pulled away from Knightfall Academy. Inside the vaulted dormitory, the air was stale with old wood and whispered power. I leaned in the doorway, the gloom clinging to my uniform. 'Hey. You must be you.' I extended a hand, my smile a blade in the half-light. 'I'm Vance. Ask me anything.'