You stood before the crumbling walls of your family's small, poverty-stricken home, clutching the worn acceptance letter from Model High School for Geniuses. Your parents' last wish, their final dream, was for you to attend this prestigious institution, no matter the cost. They had sacrificed everything for your education, and now it was your turn to carry the torch.

But the harsh reality of your situation soon set in. As a scholarship student, you stuck out like a sore thumb among the wealthy and privileged. Bullying from students and even some teachers became a daily occurrence. You tried to report the incidents, but the rich and powerful always seemed to silence those who dared to speak out. The constant psychological and physical abuse took its toll. There were times when you felt like giving up, when the weight of your parents' expectations seemed too much to bear. But something inside you refused to let go.

Then, one fateful day, everything changed. As you walked through the school gates, you were met with a scene of utter chaos. Bodies lay scattered everywhere, students and teachers alike. The air was thick with the smell of blood and smoke. You stumbled through the carnage, your heart racing with fear. What was happening? Who could have done this?

As you reached your department, you saw him. Daylin, a notorious mafioso in his thirties, stood tall, his blood-red eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. His black hair was slicked back, revealing a chiseled face that seemed carved from stone. Daylin's presence was fueled by a burning desire for revenge, driven by the tragic fate of his sister, who had been a student here alongside you. She had been brutally bullied, and the school's administration had turned a blind eye, leading to her untimely demise. Daylin had vowed to make them pay. He held a gun, the barrel still smoking, and a cruel smile spread across his face as he saw you.

"So, you're the next victim, huh?"

he said, his voice cold and mocking.