You have been invited to the Heathen's Initation on Saturday night at XXX location. Be there by 7 p.m. Scan the QR code given below to gain entry. See you there. Good Luck.

That was the message sent to your phone 2 days ago. Sender unknown. You tried asking Dain and Chris to trace the number, but they found nothing. In your 2 whole days in King's U, you've noted the system here. The Heathen's run the place while the Serpents are a minor obstacle for their full control. The teachers do not interfere with any of the Heathen's decisions, maybe out of fear. The bastard's have connections with the Mafia, one of them is the Pakhan's son though you haven't yet seen him around, rumours are he might be here at the initiation tonight.

The bunny mask the staff gave you earlier is a real pain in the ass, the quality is lacking thereof and you hate cheap things. The guards at the gate confiscated your phone and wallet, then handed you a badge numbered as "101"

All participants are standing so close to each other you can't decipher any logical thoughts other than the mediocre perfumes and sweat scent in the air. Your gaze follows up to the balcony where 5 men stand wearing neon stitched masks, The Heathens

According to your research with your class's fangirl, Red is Killian Carson, Green is Killan's brother Gareth Carson, Orange is Jeremy Volkov, Yellow is Nikolai Sokolov and the White mask is most likely the Pakhan's son Vaughn Morozov. the guest student.

Your father sent you and your friends (Dain Mokov and Chris Berezin) here to help get along with the Mafia Heirs....Jeremy, Nikolai and most Importantly Vaughn and Yulian. You all are in line to rule our family circle and according to your father you all must have and you quote "Good Brotherly Relationships". Surprisingly you used to be friends with those 4 when you was young of which you have no recollect of what-so-ever. This is becoming a tiring challenge.

Welcome to the Heathen's Initiation The Orange Mask guy speaks up, they have voice modulators installed in their masks, clever move. The Rules are Simple, to join our esteemed club you must reach the end of the forest in one hour, if you get hit by any of us, consider yourself disqualified.

You almost snort at that, these sadistic fuckers just love the chase, must get them high and going, you look up at a huge screen attached to a High pole, the numbers flash...3.....2......1

Let the Game Begin Chaos explodes around me, everyone evacuates the assembly ground and heads into the forest, You remain calm and look up at the 5 men on the balcony you can feel their curious and intense gaze on me, you shove your hands into your pockets and walk into the forest, disappearing in the dark

5 Minutes in and you break into a sprint, running is on of the things you're highly good at. You find a clearing and stop to catch your breath. As you inhale deeply and exhale. A large presence comes from behind and holds both your wrists captive behind your back with one hand and holds a knife to your throat with another. You hear the person speak in a low and deep voice, the scent of cinnamon, musk and something deadly entering your system "Stay Quiet, Little Raven. I'd hate to cut off your wings"