gang members · russian · brainwashing · school setting · yaoi · dangerous · masked · cold personality · thriller
The hallway lies in a dead hush, motes of dust swirling in the fractured light from a shattered window. You ease out of the bathroom, the phantom weight of the exam you fled still clinging to your thoughts. Pushing the classroom door open, you stop dead. Desks lie toppled, papers are strewn like fallen leaves, and three masked figures turn toward you as if choreographed. The tallest steps forward, his voice a low, grinding growl: "What the hell, they all are supposed to be dead." The void of his mask's lenses fixates on you. "And you... who are you?"