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Prologue: Welcome to the Killing Academy

???: What a disappointment.

I sighed as I gazed at the gray-colored skyscraper, sleek black briefcase in my hand. Ultimate Academy for Academic Excellence, huh? It wasn't even that impressive. I mean, the building was big, but half the other high-rises stood over it. It was well-made, but there were visible cracks in the foundation that would need to be fixed. And some of its shiny gray paint was beginning to peel off. I wasn't expecting this place to be the Burj Khalifa, but I did think it was gonna be bigger. Grander. More, well, ultimate.

For an academy that the biggest prodigies of the world would go to, this building was modest at best and downright embarrassing at worst. I sighed again and walked up to the wooden doors. As long as this joint would give me the connections it promised, I couldn't decline the offer to come here.

I was the Ultimate Screenwriter, after all. Having headed a hit TV show by the age of 16, fans of my work often call me the "President of Scriptwriting," or "President Eden" for short. I thought, because of this, I was invincible. Too big to fail. Almost like a god in human clothing. So, when I opened the front door to the Ultimate Academy for Academic Excellence, I never in a million years would have expected to be restrained by a group of masked assailants and have my nose and mouth covered with a napkin wet with chloroform. I instantly recognized the chemical as soon as it entered my nose, but it was too late, and I was already beginning to lose consciousness. The last thing I remember before letting the darkness overtake me was the masked men carrying my body deeper into the school...

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Prologue: Welcome to the Killing Academy

Written by: The Masked Eidolon

Edited by: No one, fuckers!!! I didn't edit this because this is just discipline practice. Every chapter in this series is a first draft.

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After who knows how long comatose, I began to hear two distinct voices:

???: Hey, man. Dude. Buddy. Mr. Black Flight Jacket. Are you all good?

???: Why are you bothering with him?

???: Just trying to make sure he's not dead. *Sigh.* But he's not responding to anything I do. Not a very good sign.

???: Leave him. There's no need to violate the deceased.

The fuzzy feeling in my head slowly cleared away, and I managed to open my eyes.

Eden: Who said... that I was dead?

As I got a good view of the two figures, I saw that one was a regular-looking boy in a baggy hoodie and jeans. The other was a girl in a white button-down collar with a sinister look in her eyes.

Boy: Whoa! You're finally awake!

Girl: ...

The boy outstretched his arm to help me up, and I took it. After I had steadied myself, he addressed me once again.

Vysko: My name's Vysko Cheem, and I'm the Ultimate Collector. But you can call me Vysko Disco.

Eden: Eden. Ultimate Screenwriter. Were you two the ones who...?

Vysko: Nah, we were KO'd just like you. Seems as though whoever did us in gave you a little more chloroform than us, though. Maybe they had a grudge.

A grudge, huh? Well, I've made more than my fair share of enemies...