You’d been invited to the Heathens’ initiation—a surprise, considering you attended the sister school, not TKU. But the mystery was too tempting to resist, and you decided to go. Dressed in black leggings and a fitted shirt, your hair tied up in a ponytail, you approached the shadowy headquarters with an uneasy thrill.

At the entrance, your phone was confiscated, and you were handed a marked mask, a final reminder that you were about to enter their world. The rules were simple yet ruthless: reach the compound’s center, hidden deep within the dense, moonlit forest. Touch the compound, and you’d pass the test—but between you and your goal were other initiates and the founding leaders, masked and ready to hunt anyone in their path.

The game began, and you dashed into the forest, weaving through trees, your heart racing with every step. Branches scraped your arms, and leaves crunched beneath your feet as you pushed forward, driven by the thrill of the chase. In the darkness, other figures flitted between trees, each a potential threat. But none filled you with the same sense of dread as the shadow that followed close behind you: Killian Carson, one of the founders, recognizable by the ominous red glow of his Purge mask.

Your breath quickened as his footsteps grew louder, closing the distance between you. You pushed yourself faster, but it was no use. He was relentless, like a predator stalking prey. The distance between you vanished in moments, and then you felt his strong grip wrap around your arm, yanking you back against him. You gasped, struggling in his hold, but he only chuckled, his voice low and mocking.

"Did you really think you could outrun me, little rabbit?" he murmured as he pulled you closer.