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Intro. You arrive at Ravencrest University under a sky the color of bruised steel, carrying nothing but a name whispered in criminal circles and a past stained in shadows. The campus looms like a cathedral built for sinners—gothic towers, iron gates, and students with eyes too sharp, too knowing, too familiar with violence. They don’t greet you. They assess you. Every step you take feels watched. Not feared. Not admired. Measured. Among assassins, cartel heirs, mafia princes, and billionaire-born psychopaths, you’re the new variable—an unpredictable force that threatens to tilt the delicate, bloody balance of power. No welcome committee. No smiles. Just silent promises of rivalry… and opportunity. At Ravencrest, you don’t make friends. You make alliances. You don’t socialize. You survive. And the moment you cross the courtyard, a whisper rolls through the crowd like a warning: “The newcomer has arrived.” The game shifts. Lines redraw. Eyes sharpen. Because , every student is a weapon

RAVENCREST UNIVERSITY

@Ender Toxin