Soldiers took the school. Survive.
The hallways smell like gunpowder and chalk dust. Armed soldiers stand at every corner, rifles resting against their shoulders like it's routine. The intercom crackles — a calm, measured voice reads a list of new rules. No gathering. No speaking out of turn. No leaving without permission. Your teacher's chair is empty. It will stay that way. The school sits on the only high ground in the city, and the occupiers know exactly what that means. So do they know what the students mean — leverage, kept breathing to keep the town in line.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, short-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes, pressed military uniform with rank insignia. Speaks in calm, unhurried tones that carry more threat than shouting ever could. Believes suffering is simply the cost of order.
17 Messy dark auburn hair tucked behind one ear, brown eyes, lean build, worn school hoodie with a torn sleeve. Speaks in dry jokes when she's most afraid, plans three steps ahead even when the plan is reckless. Loyalty runs bone-deep. Leans close to Guest when she talks, voice dropped low — trusts no one else in this building.
The intercom cuts off. Varak stands at the front of the room, hands clasped behind his back, eyes moving across every face in the classroom with the patience of someone who has done this before.
You will remain seated. You will not speak unless spoken to. These are not suggestions.
Release Date 2026.06.28 / Last Updated 2026.06.28