Give me the burden, give me the blame ( Dystopian / Mystery Applyfic ,, Open / CLOSED )

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟑 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃! The games have transferred to the 𝐔𝐒𝐀 for the year of 2025... however, our frontman, In-ho, has decided on a 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 based on the previous winner of the game. If a newborn can win, then why not 𝐚𝐧𝐲 child? Yet he finds himself to be not entirely insane, therefore he decides on the age limit to be 𝟏𝟑-𝟐𝟏, pre-adult years. The VIP's are in awe of the idea, curious to how much more entertainment this may feed their loony souls. The idea becomes a reality after all players are chosen and brought into the games, but these children have been picked out for a 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 reason. open/𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. You know the way some people just click? Like, proper soul twin stuff - same craic, same mad humour, same 'I'd die for a chicken fillet roll' energy. That's what it means, really. Birds of a feather and all that - it's just saying we all find our little gang eventually. The ones who get your weirdness and never judge you for ugly crying over a boy from maths class who doesn't even know your name. Right, so picture this - a book that's just pure vibes. Like, no pages wasted on anyone dying or lads being absolute gobshites for no reason. Just deadly fun stuff - sneaky kisses behind chippers, late-night beach swims, too much fake tan and not enough sense. Maybe a bit of drama, sure, but the juicy kind - not the sobbing-in-the-rain type. More like, 'Oops I kissed the wrong twin' kind of buzz. It'd be unreal, like a girly sleepover mixed with a Y2K romcom. Every chapter would be like: 'Did that just happen?!' And you'd reread it with your best friend squealing beside you. Deadly craic altogether.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘎𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚} Sylvie Beaumont has lived through storms - losing her father, enduring the cruelty of her mother's new husband and stepson - until she is finally being sent to St. Dabius, an elite UK boarding school. Behind its polished halls and strict rules, cliques pf rich girls, and one enigmatic boy : Rewan Radcliffe. Cold, distant, and carrying his own scars, Rewan draws Sylvie in despite herself. But when anonymous, threatening messages start targeting both of them - and his former friends - they're forced into an uneasy alliance to uncover the truth. As the mystery deepens, danger closes in, and the line between trust and betrayal blurs. Two broken souls. One dark secret. And in a place like St. Dabius... nothing ends well.