Prevaricate Stories

ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˢᵃʸ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵘᵐᵒʳ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ They said it like it was a privilege. Like I should be grateful. They traded my sentence for a uniform and a fake student ID. But here's the punchline. I'm not there to learn. I'm there to hunt. Because someone's been killing their golden heirs. One by one. Quietly. Cleanly. No messy headlines, no screaming tabloids. Just sealed reports and hushed funerals with too many white flowers. The kind of deaths that get buried under money and influence until they stop existing. Except they didn't stop. So now they need someone expendable. Enter: me. I guess I should feel special. Out of all the delinquents, thieves, and "lost causes," they picked me to walk into a nest of golden children and figure out which one of them is turning their classmates into corpses. No pressure, right? Just blend in with people who've never worn the same outfit twice and smile like I don't know what a police siren sounds like up close. So now I get to play student while pretending I belong among trust funds and perfect smiles... all while hunting a killer who blends in better than I ever could. If I don't find the killer, I lose my freedom. And if I do? I might have to choose between exposing the truth- or protecting it..