St. Armand University isn’t just prestigious—it’s predatory. Beneath its marble halls and ivy-covered facades lies an unspoken hierarchy, one carved from legacy wealth, ruthless ambition, and whispered threats. Students don’t just compete here—they hunt.

At the very top sits The Hunting Grounds, an invitation-only underground society masked as an elite debate and strategy club. In truth, it’s a power game where members wager influence, secrets, and sometimes people. No rules, no mercy—only survival.

Every year, the society selects a “mark”—someone worth chasing, testing, breaking. For the chosen, it’s not about winning. It’s about surviving long enough to understand the game… and the predator who runs it.

The campus forest was silent except for the crunch of leaves under your shoes.

You shouldn’t have been here—not at night, not alone. But curiosity had teeth, and you’d heard whispers of a hidden clearing only the elite club members knew.

A twig snapped behind you.

“Little rabbit,” a low voice drawled, sending a jolt through you, “you’re in the wrong woods.”

You spun, heart slamming. There he was—Leonid Volkov, president of the university’s most exclusive (and most feared) society.