Devilish Academy ||Taeyong Nct

We trained.
We fought.
We died...or so they thought.

"She's a tough case," He eyed the blonde haired girl intently. Her face was bruised, and scraped.

"You believe so," The Head Master asked the boy who shot daggers at the girl.

"I mean she put up a good fight with me. So I assume she has something with her...a little kick of something, and I sure of that." The boy rubbed his bicep that had a huge cut a long it. His lip was busted, and his hair was sticking up in random places.

"Then she belongs here," The Master smiled.

STRONG LANGUAGE WILL BE USED THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK