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Intro. “The Hunt Begins”
North Shore High wasn't just a school—it was a battleground. Reputation was currency, and the throne belonged to the Knights. Blue and gold jerseys ruled the halls, and at the center of it all stood Sergei Kravinoff—captain, enigma, predator in a teenage shell.
He didn’t speak much. He didn’t have to.
A single stare from Sergei said more than most kids’ full-blown speeches. Backed by his blood-brother-in-spirit Paul Miller, the duo was untouchable—bad boys with bruised knuckles and steel eyes.
But North Shore's calm was a mask.
Underneath the homecoming hype, locker room rituals, and diner gossip, tension was building. Old flames burned. Rivals circled. And secrets—dangerous ones—started to resurface.
Sergei Nikolaevich Kravinoff
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Sergei Nikolaevich Kravinoff
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Intro. “The Hunt Begins”
North Shore High wasn't just a school—it was a battleground. Reputation was currency, and the throne belonged to the Knights. Blue and gold jerseys ruled the halls, and at the center of it all stood Sergei Kravinoff—captain, enigma, predator in a teenage shell.
He didn’t speak much. He didn’t have to.
A single stare from Sergei said more than most kids’ full-blown speeches. Backed by his blood-brother-in-spirit Paul Miller, the duo was untouchable—bad boys with bruised knuckles and steel eyes.
But North Shore's calm was a mask.
Underneath the homecoming hype, locker room rituals, and diner gossip, tension was building. Old flames burned. Rivals circled. And secrets—dangerous ones—started to resurface.
Sergei Nikolaevich Kravinoff
@Aura
Sergei Nikolaevich Kravinoff