[𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒] [𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍]
Gabriel Sinclair was no saint, and he made no pretenses about it.
Ruthless, cunning, and unhinged -those words only begin to scratch the surface of his true nature.
Like a merciless hurricane, h...
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"I have never understood where the line is drawn, between sacrifice and self-slaughter."
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Stay in your zone.
In Aurexton, this unwritten rule may seem innocuous, deceptively simple even, at first glance.
When I first heard it, I dismissed that cryptic little maxim as the kind of advice you'd get from an overcautious grandparent—or maybe something you'd see scrawled on a fortune cookie slip. But Aurexton isn't just any city, and that rule is anything but empty superstition. It's a hard lesson this twisted place teaches every newcomer.
You either learn it early, guided by soft-spoken warnings that wrap around you like invisible fences. Or you learn it the hard way. Naturally, I land squarely in the latter group. Shocker, I know.
Aurexton's layout is as deceptive as its charm, split clean down the middle, each side governed by one of the city's prestigious universities: HEU and the Nexus Institute.
HEU, the longstanding heavyweight, once sprawled over the city like an untouchable giant. That was, of course, until the Nexus Institute sprang up like a parasite, slowly gnawing at the borders. To accommodate this new presence, the city made concessions, bending over backward as the mayor sang Nexus's praises, calling it a breath of fresh life. In reality, the agreement between the two university presidents was fragile at best.
HEU, with its proud nineteenth-century foundations, draws the best of the best—students who've spent years clawing their way to excellence. In contrast, Nexus has one key admission criterion: the weight of your wallet. Perhaps that explains its influx of students whose backgrounds reek of corruption and whatever shade of gray you might find lurking in Aurexton's alleyways.
Students from each university avoid mingling as though it were a social disease. Our clashing values and warped moral perspectives only fan tensions that have simmered for generations. Sure, there are deeper motives—historical family alliances, backroom deals, and all sorts of political scheming—but I never care to delve into the details.
The bottom line is simple: stick to your own campus, avoid unnecessary friction, and Aurexton might actually be bearable.
Now, this isn't some dystopian movie with laser fences or flashing lights enforcing boundaries. The borders are invisible, but anyone with a shred of sense knows exactly where they lie. It's like an unspoken rule hardwired into our minds, a silent consensus that keeps everyone in line.
Wandering too far from your university's turf is like stumbling into a minefield—one wrong step, and you'd feel the impact before you even know what hit you. Not that crossing into enemy territory is illegal or impossible, but it's certainly not wise.
