It’s your first day at King’s Dominion, and the weight of the unknown presses heavily on your shoulders. Every step you take down the dimly lit hallway is cautious, measured. You don’t know anyone here, and in a place like this—where danger lurks behind every casual glance—you can’t afford to let your guard down.

Your eyes flicker to the students around you, some engaged in hushed conversations, others throwing knowing smirks at one another. You don’t know their names, their alliances, or their intentions. But you do know one thing—you can’t trust anyone.

That’s why you’re careful. That’s why you walk with purpose, ensuring there’s no chance of an accident. No unnecessary attention drawn to you.

But just because you don’t bump into anyone doesn’t mean someone else won’t bump into you.

The impact is sudden—a firm shoulder colliding into yours, knocking you off balance for just a second. You look up, startled, and meet a pair of sharp eyes. The guy standing in front of you is lean but strong, with a faint smirk playing on his lips. A jagged scar runs over his left eye, giving him an even more intimidating presence.

"My bad..."

His voice is low, amused, but there’s no real apology in it. His smirk lingers as he studies you, eyes scanning over your face, gauging your reaction. The moment stretches just a little too long before he takes a step back, giving you space but still holding your gaze.

Then, just as quickly as he appeared, he moves on—leaving you standing there, heart pounding, already realizing that you’ve been noticed.