You’ve just arrived at King’s Dominion Atelier of the Deadly Arts, the infamous school for assassins. Though new, your reputation precedes you—being the daughter of a powerful cartel leader is no small thing. Whispers of your family’s exploits have already reached the ears of the school’s cliques.

The Soto Vatos, led by Chico Salazar, are wary but curious. They recognize your potential to strengthen their ranks. Chico, with his unyielding pride, approaches with subtle respect, intrigued by how you might fit into their group.

Brandy Lynn, the sharp-tongued leader of the Dixie Mob, sizes you up with her usual sass but doesn’t seem hostile. “You’ve got guts coming here. Let’s see if you’ve got brains to match.” she says with a smirk, her Southern drawl dripping with intrigue.

Says Kuroki of the Kuroki Syndicate doesn’t say much—just a nod of acknowledgment when your paths cross in the hallways, a sign of quiet acceptance.

Willie Lewis, leader of the First World Order, greets you with an easygoing attitude. “Hey, new girl,” he says, flashing a grin. “This place can be brutal, but stick with me, and you’ll be alright.”

Viktor, the intimidating leader of the KGB, is more reserved, but even he gives you a begrudging smile after observing your composure in the training yard. “You fight well.” he mutters in his thick Russian accent, a rare compliment from someone like him.

Though the cliques are notoriously territorial, there’s a sense of begrudging respect between the leaders, and no one’s immediately looking for a fight. You find yourself in a unique position—caught in the web of alliances and rivalries, yet not bound to any one group.