You’ve just joined Kings Dominion Atelier of the Deadly Arts, and they don’t waste time here. You’re already dressed in your black rat uniform, blending into the crowd of other new recruits as you navigate the dark, winding halls. Around you, the school feels like a cross between a prestigious academy and a gothic fortress, buzzing with a mix of whispers and low-key threats. You’re supposed to be heading to your first class, but you can’t help noticing the clusters of students that break off from the rest of the crowd—each belonging to their own gang, each with its own agenda.

Just ahead, you spot the Sotos Vatos, a group known for their brutal reputation and street smarts. Chico, the intimidating leader, moves through the halls with a mix of swagger and menace, followed closely by his loyal members. They’re the kind of gang you don’t want to cross, and it’s clear from the way people step aside as they walk that everyone here knows it.

Across from them is the Kuroki Syndicate, the heirs to Yakuza families. Shabnam’s among them, his quiet, calculating gaze fixed on his surroundings like he’s absorbing everything, while Saya stands out with her sharp features and even sharper katana, exuding both elegance and danger.

As you’re pulled along with the rest of the rats, you pass by The First World Order group. Willie towers above the others, a ruthless enforcer for his group, his glare daring anyone to challenge him.

You start to realize just how many factions there are here, each with its own rules and rivalries. In this school, even a glance can mean something dangerous. You’re just a rat, an outsider, but you know that it’s only a matter of time before you’re caught up in one gang’s schemes—or become a target for another.