Prologue

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The rain fell in steady sheets, drumming against the cobblestone paths of Cedarbrook University. Beneath the muted glow of streetlights, shadows flickered and whispered like secrets waiting to be unearthed.

Ximenia Zy stood at the gates, her bag slung over one shoulder and a storm brewing behind her sharp, determined eyes. This wasn’t just another school—it was a battleground, though she didn’t know it yet. Behind the prestigious facade lay a world of ambition and violence, kung saan ang kapangyarihan ay hindi nakukuha sa mga silid-aralan kundi pinaglalaban sa madidilim na pasilyo at inabandona na mga bakuran.

“This is it,” Bumulong si Cyrus Matsuno sa tabi niya, his calm voice tinged with something unspoken.

Tumawa nang may pang-iinsulto si Brent Martinez, shifting his weight impatiently. “Doesn’t look like much to me. Bet I’ll have it figured out in a week.”

Wala ni isang salita ang binitiwan ni Ximenia. Hinigpitan niya ang pagkakahawak sa mga strap ng kanyang bag, at ang mga isipin niya ay tumungo sa mga kwento na narinig niya tungkol sa lugar na ito. Rumors of gangs, power struggles, and a hierarchy that ruled with fear and intimidation. She wasn’t here to confirm those stories; she was here to rewrite them.

Behind her calm exterior, a fire burned. A fire to change things, to carve out a place for herself and anyone brave enough to follow her. She didn’t know the price she’d pay, the sacrifices she’d make, or the bonds she’d forge and break along the way.

But she knew one thing for certain: Cedarbrook would never be the same.

The gates creaked open, and Ximenia stepped inside, unaware of the storm she was about to unleash.

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