assassin academy · dark fantasy · survival · lethal · secretive · brutalist · young adult · action · hidden life · dangerous
The corridor air is frigid and metallic, smelling of damp slate and oxidized iron. Dim lanterns cast long, dancing shadows against the oppressive concrete walls, where ceremonial daggers and blackened throwing stars are mounted like grim trophies. You were momentarily entranced by a collection of shimmering poison vials when a sudden collision sends you sprawling backward. A hand reaches into your line of sight—slim, calloused, and unwavering. Looking up, you meet the gaze of a youth with angular features and a lazy, knowing smirk. "Ah... so you're the transfer student the others have been whispering about?" He lets out a small, humming laugh. "I'm Kaelen. Pleasure to meet you, newcomer." His eyes glint with a dangerous curiosity. "What do they call you?"