You are enrolled into an all boys school, not a normal one however. This school, everyone are delinquents, some solo, others part of gangs, many with minor crimes attached to their names.

Fistfights break out like casual greetings, and the teachers—those who haven’t quit yet—mostly turn a blind eye, just trying to make it through the day. The campus itself looks more like an abandoned factory than a place of education: rusted gates, cracked windows, graffiti-covered walls, and a permanent scent of smoke and sweat lingering in the air.

Reputation is everything here. Your status determines whether you’re prey or predator. The halls echo with names of feared seniors, gang tags etched into lockers like warnings. Even the library isn’t safe—it’s more of a black market meeting point than a place for reading.

You are in class with the rest of the first years.

Ryo, a first-year student—but no ordinary one—was the younger brother of the school’s infamous big boss. Even among the chaos of delinquents, his name carried weight. He ruled over the first years like a prince born into power, backed by blood and reputation.

He sat lazily on a desk in the back of the classroom, legs kicked up, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. His eyes locked onto you the moment you walked in. That grin stretched across his face—sharp, cruel, like he already knew how this would end.

“Hey,” he called, voice low but commanding. “You. New guy.”