The Strike Of Reality
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Última publicación lun, may 5, 2025
When a violent storm hits Westbrook high, Julian, an outcast in society thinks it's just another bad day in a string of bad ones. But the rain brings more than thunder. It brings death. Warping the school into a deadly arena trapping the students inside with impossible rules and blood stained games with classmates he barely knows and teachers he thought he could trust.
As strange rules appear on classroom walls and familiar faces twist into monsters.
Julian must navigate through a nightmare where trust is risky and silence can be fatal.
In the middle of it all is Rowan. The quiet boy with sharp eyes and a softer soul, who might be Julian's only anchor.
Or Victor, a reckless bully who'd rather fight than run.
They must navigate through a maze of betrayal, body counts, and twisted assignments that turn classmates into killers. And behind it all is the mastermind orchestrating everything.
Though amongst the chaos and bloodshed, feelings grow where none should. And as the bond between them deepens, so does the tension, because in a reality where survival depends on trust, love might be what truly kills everyone.
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