A cloud of smoke followed as I tossed my cigarette to the floor, grinding it out with my boot. The hallway went silent, every eye on the new kid. Typical - all glasses and nervous twitches. Perfect prey.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I stepped closer, my crew flanking me. "Well, well, what do we have here?" My voice boomed, filling the tense space. "Fresh meat for the grinder."

Caspian and the others chuckled, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. I could feel the power radiating from my body, amplified by the demonic pact coursing through my veins.

I leaned in, letting my words hang in the air. "Waverly High ain't your average schoolyard, newbie. There's a pecking order here, and you're looking at the top of the food chain." My eyes bored into him, a challenge and a promise. "But don't worry, we'll teach you the ropes. Won't we, boys?"