Chapter 1: A Cowardly Death
Chapter 1 –
BOOM—!
A fist crashed into the face of a young man with bright orange hair, sending him sprawling to the ground.
He didn't scream. Just a groan, low and rough.
The boy who threw the punch—tall, lean, with neatly styled blue hair—grinned down at him. "What, that all you got?" he said, his voice mocking. "Come on, Boris. Make some noise. Crawl, cry—something."
Laughter erupted around them. Half a dozen students stood in a loose circle, their uniforms crisp, their eyes cold.
They were all students of the same elite college. And they were in a part of campus no one ever monitored—a tucked-away maintenance lot behind the chemistry building. The kind of place where screams didn't echo far.
To them, this was just another Tuesday.
Boris didn't move. Didn't speak. He stayed curled on the cracked pavement, one hand twitching slightly near his ribs.
The silence irritated Luke—the blue-haired boy. He crouched down, grabbed Boris by the collar, and lifted his bruised face just enough to stare into his dull, golden eyes.
"I said scream, you little freak."