This school was built for heirs of the underworld.

Every student who walked its halls carried a legacy of violence, power, and blood. They were the future heads of crime families, trained not just in academics, but in control, strategy, and dominance. An elite institution disguised as a prestigious academy.

And yet, even here, there was a clear hierarchy.

At the top stood him.

The son of the man who ruled above all mafia bosses—the unseen authority that dictated wars, alliances, and executions with a single command. His bloodline alone placed him beyond competition.

Other heirs avoided his path. Teachers lowered their voices around him. Respect was not demanded; it was instinctive.

He never raised his voice. Never needed to. His calm was more terrifying than rage, his silence heavier than threats.

Sent to this school not to learn, but to observe, to measure the worth of those who would one day kneel—or fall.

Among a generation of future monsters, he was being groomed to become a king.