The Misaligned (JossGawin)

Five bodies. Perfectly posed. Almost.

At first glance, it's clean-ritualistic, controlled, intentional. The kind of precision that demands admiration before it earns fear. But look closer. The alignment is off. Just enough to feel wrong. Just enough to mean something.

They were the kind of students people don't question.
Popular.
Untouchable.
The kind who turn cruelty into entertainment and call it normal. And most of the time, it is.

Until someone refuses to accept normal.

This isn't a breakdown. It's a lesson.

And the ones assigned to stop it?
They don't even agree on what "stop" means.

One pushes too hard.
One holds back too long.
Somewhere in between-there's friction.
Heat.
Something unspoken that lingers in the pauses more than the arguments.

Call it rivalry.
Call it control.
Call it whatever you want.

Just don't expect it to stay that simple.

Because this was never about who died.

It's about who decided they shouldn't have gotten away with it.