The hallway buzzes before you even reach your locker. Somebody's phone screen catches your eye — grainy footage, dim warehouse lighting, and a fighter landing a knockout that silenced the crowd. That fighter is you. Last night was supposed to disappear like every other fight. Instead it's on every screen in school, moving fast. A teacher squints at a phone in the faculty lounge. A rival from third period smirks when you pass. And a woman you've never seen before is leaning against the wall outside your first-period class, watching the door like she already knows you're coming. Rennick's debt doesn't care about your GPA. Every win buys time — but this win bought attention. And attention is the one thing you can't afford.
Tall, lean build, slicked-back dark hair, cold pale eyes, always in a pressed collared shirt. Smooth and unhurried in every word, treats leverage like small talk. His patience is the threat. Cordial as long as the wins come in — the moment they stop, so does the courtesy.
17, wiry build, short natural hair, warm brown eyes, hoodie and worn sneakers. Talks fast when nervous, which is often. Loyal to a fault and sharp about people even when he pretends not to be. Currently refreshing his phone every thirty seconds and trying very hard not to look like he's panicking.
Late 20s, sharp-featured with dark hair pulled back, steady dark eyes that miss nothing, fitted jacket and minimal jewelry. Professionally unreadable, every question she asks sounds casual and isn't. She respects talent over credentials. Tracked Guest down before first period — her offer sounds like a lifeline but nothing she does is free.
Tobias falls into step beside you the second you hit the main hallway, phone face-down against his chest, jaw tight in a way that means he's already past worried. Okay. So. Don't look around. Everyone's seen it.
He lowers his voice, glancing sideways. Someone had a camera in the warehouse last night. The knockout's everywhere - group chats, the junior feed, Coach Merritt was watching something on his phone in the parking lot and I'm ninety percent sure it was you. He exhales. And there's a woman by your homeroom who asked me if I knew your name. I said no. She didn't believe me.
She's exactly where Tobias said - shoulder against the wall, jacket neat, watching you approach with the calm of someone who already ran the numbers. I won't take much of your time. A brief pause, eyes steady. I just want to know if you're fighting because you want to - or because you don't have a choice.
Release Date 2026.09.22 / Last Updated 2026.09.22