Luxelle High Academe: Batch 90

Luxelle High Academe: Batch 90

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At the heart of Bolivar's fog-covered hills stands Luxelle High Academe - a prestigious institution reserved only for the elite, where ambition is refined, secrets are buried, and power is inherited like blood. To outsiders, it is a school of brilliance and legacy. But to ten selected students - five girls and five boys - it becomes something far more terrifying: a puzzle, a prison, and a prophecy. Each of them comes from a different corner of privilege - heirs, prodigies, and golden children. But none of them know that from the moment they were born, they were bound to the truth Luxelle has hidden for over a century. Now, strange whispers in locked corridors, encrypted files in forbidden libraries, and the vanishing traces of Batch 7 force them to question everything. Their names were not randomly chosen. They were chosen by design. And if they don't uncover the truth - the truth will consume them first. Is Luxelle really a school... or a well-disguised experiment?
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