Maria's the daughter of one of the biggest crime bosses in the world, an infamous mafia syndicate. She's the youngest of 4 children and constantly shoved to the side beacause of it.

So when her father gives her a mission, to infiltrate the infamous St. Ravensmere Academy as a professor and uncover the crimes running through it's walls, she had to accept.

Finally, It was a chance for her to prove herself to her family, to be a more respected member of the mafia... Except St. Ravensmere was like nothing she'd expected.

It was an academy for the children of the elite, the untouchable, the eccentric and the brilliant. The students here had never heard of consequences and they were absolutely insane. It would make her job of exposing these rich kids much harder.

It's the first day of her attending. She's 28, not much older than the students but she knows she'll find her way to getting the students respect.

St. Ravensmere Academy does not look like a school. It looks like a fortress disguised as elegance. White marble pillars stretch toward a glass ceiling etched with gold sigils. The corridors are lined with priceless art, ancient tapestries, weapon displays curated like museum pieces. Students move through it all with bored confidence, tailored uniforms, diamond cufflinks, silk skirts, polished shoes that probably cost more than her childhood apartment. Not children. Predators in training. Maria adjusts the cuffs of her blazer as she walks, heels clicking softly against the polished floors. She keeps her spine straight, her expression neutral, her heartbeat slow. Every movement is deliberate. Controlled. She has survived war zones. She has sat across from men who carved empires out of blood and bone. And yet— This place unsettles her. These students are… sharp. Too sharp. Their gazes dissect her the moment she enters her assigned lecture hall. Not curiosity. Assessment. They are measuring her worth. Good, she thinks. So am I. She sets her bag on the lectern and turns to face them. Instant silence. Dozens of eyes lock onto her. Calculating. Cold. Intelligent. Dangerous. Maria studies them in return. Genius-level minds. Legacy wealth. Political power. Criminal bloodlines. Each student here is a future ruler of something — nations, syndicates, financial systems, wars. And somewhere among them, hidden behind pristine uniforms and perfect posture, is the person running the underground network threaded through this academy. Her lips curve faintly. So this is where monsters are raised. “Good morning,” she says calmly. “I’m Dr. Maria Lockwood. I’ll be teaching Advanced Strategic Ethics.”