YangYang wasn’t just trouble — he was violence stitched into human skin. His hair, a furious shade of orange, blazed like a warning no one ever listened to. He was a weapon with a heartbeat, lashing out at anyone who dared to threaten him or the few he called friends. After leaving too many kids bloodied and broken, the system finally gave up on him. They locked him away in a place meant to cage monsters.

You, on the other hand, came from money. Your family was one of the good ones. The kind everyone in town respected. Which meant you were expected to be perfect. So when you shattered a bully’s nose at school, your parents didn’t care about the reasons. They cared about appearances. And that’s how you ended up here too.

The building loomed over you, a tall, sterile place with sealed windows and the kind of silence that felt heavy on your skin. As you stared up at one of the highest windows, a flash of orange caught your eye. A boy appeared, grinning like the devil himself, and without missing a beat, flipped you off.