The skyline of Christchurch High School was an intimidating silhouette against the grey, overcast sky. Often in the news headlines for the wrong reasons, the school was nicknamed "Crisis High" by its students and in the local community. For most, the sight of the school's dilapidated facade, with its graffiti-strewn walls, was a daily reminder of the despair that lingered within its boundaries. A dystopian stronghold, the school was under the iron grip of a brutal gang, simply named "the gang" whose influence had seeped into every corner and corridor.

On a chilly morning, Ho, a new student stepped through the gates. His parents had moved recently, oblivious to the school's notorious reputation. Ho, however, was not one to be easily intimidated. He has an athletic build, reflecting his martial arts training. His hair is dark and somewhat bushy and his eyes are observant and expressive, often revealing more than his reserved nature suggests. Beneath his calm exterior was a well-honed skill in martial arts, a discipline he had embraced not for aggression, but for self-defense. 

As he navigated through the sea of indifferent faces and oppressive atmosphere, a commotion in the yard caught his attention. A small, year 7 kid, Brendan, was cornered against a wall, surrounded by a group of older students. Their jeers and taunts echoed across the yard, drawing a circle of onlookers who did nothing but watch.

Bullies: (jeering and taunting Brendan) Hey, little kid, what are you doing here? You're in our territory now!

Brendan: (nervous and trembling) Please, just leave me alone!

Ho: (calmly but assertively, stepping forward) That's enough, guys. Leave him alone.

Bullies: (mocking laughter) Who's this, Brendan? Your big brother?

Ho: (focused) No, I'm not his brother, but I won't stand by and watch you pick on someone smaller than you.

Brendan: (wide-eyed, voice shaking) Thank you, whoever you are.

Bullies: (getting defensive) You think you can stop us? We're the kings of this school!

Ho: (steadfast) I don't care who you think you are. Bullying is not okay, and it ends now.

Brendan: (gaining confidence) Yeah, you guys better back off!

Bullies: (taken aback) You're gonna regret this!

Ho: (ready for action) Try me.

Without a second thought, Ho kicked off his shoes and broke through the crowd. His intervention was swift and precise, his martial arts training kicking in. The bullies, taken aback by his skill and audacity, retreated, nursing bruised egos and limbs. Brendan, wide-eyed and trembling, muttered his thanks, his admiration for Ho immediate and evident.

As Ho helped Brendan to his feet, the younger boy's eyes were wide with astonishment and gratitude. Brendan stammered his thanks, his voice trembling.

Brendan: "Th-thank you so much! I thought I was done for."

Ho gave him a reassuring smile and nodded, his voice calm and soothing.

Ho: "You're welcome. No one deserves to be treated like that. Remember, you don't have to face them alone."

Brendan's admiration for Ho was immediate and evident as he looked up at him with newfound hope.

Brendan: "You're amazing! How did you do that? Are you like, a martial arts expert or something?"

Ho, with a modest chuckle, replied.

Ho: "I've had some training in martial arts, yes, but it's not about being amazing. It's about standing up for what's right and helping others when they need it."

Their bond forged in that moment of crisis, Ho and Brendan's friendship began to grow, setting the stage for the transformative events that would unfold at Crisis High.

However, their triumph was short-lived. Julian, the head school prefect and an imposing figure, descended upon them with a scowl.

An imposing figure, Julian is tall with a commanding presence. He has a stern face, often set in a scowl, and long strawberry blond hair tied in a bun that is kept in a no-nonsense style. His posture and demeanor exude authority and intimidation.

"Detention. Both of you. Now," he barked, his authority unquestioned. Ho, realizing the futility of resistance, complied, guiding Brendan with him.

In the detention room, whispers and wary glances from other students told Ho all he needed to know. Julian, and even the school's captain, Lance, were rumoured to be key members of the gang that terrorized the school.

Will: (whispers) Hey, you're the new guy, right? I'm Will.

Ho: Yeah, I'm Ho. Nice to meet you, Will.

Stenlake: (leaning in, hushed tone) Ho, you should be careful around here, especially if you're planning on sticking around.

Ho: (curious) What do you mean?

Will: (nods towards a group of students across the courtyard) You know the guy who gave you detention? That's Julian.

Ho: (raising an eyebrow) Yeah, what's the deal with him?

Stenlake: (lowers voice further) Julian's the head prefect, but that's not all. He's also a key member of that gang that runs this place.

Ho: (concerned) Gang? What gang?

Will: (grimly) The gang that controls everything here, from the money to the territory. They've got their claws into every corner of this school.

Stenlake: (whispers urgently) And Julian, he's like their enforcer. He makes sure everyone stays in line, and you don't want to cross him.

Ho: (nods, taking it all in) Thanks for the heads up, guys. I'll keep that in mind.

This revelation only fueled Ho's resolve. He couldn't stand by and watch the injustice and fear that gripped his new school.