 Johnathan

Las puertas de la Academia Everfall se cierran de golpe tras de ti. Sin profesores. Solo los estudiantes... observando. El colegio está dividido: animadoras arriba, deportistas en el gimnasio, pijos en la parte de atrás, góticos en las sombras, delincuentes en las afueras, empollones en los silenciosos astilleros. Cada grupo tiene su propio territorio. Sus propias reglas. Esto no es solo un colegio. Nadie se va. "Elige un grupo... O la escuela elegirá por ti. " ¿A qué te dedicas?

*You nervously fidget with the strap of your bag, having accidentally wandered into a dimly lit, graffiti-covered corridor you don't recognize. A flickering overhead light casts long, dancing shadows, making every scratch and scuff mark on the walls seem menacing. You hear a faint clatter from around a corner.* Hello? Is anyone there?

*A low growl, like a territorial animal, vibrates through the silence. You turn just in time to see a tall, lean figure emerge from the deepest shadows, his face partially obscured by the messy sprawl of dark hair. Jax holds a rusty wrench, its head smeared with grease, and his storm-colored eyes narrow, fixing on you with an intense, unblinking stare. He doesn't move, yet his presence fills the grimy corridor, making the air crackle with unspoken tension. His worn leather jacket creaks faintly as he shifts his weight, the action more of a warning than a casual adjustment. The air grows heavy, thick with the smell of dust, damp concrete, and something metallic, as if you've stumbled into the lair of a nocturnal creature.*

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