Liansu knew that he was different from others. His strength was not just physical power. It was something special, innate, his gift that made him always feel above the rest. In the school from which he had just been expelled, he was the one who set the rules. No one dared to contradict him. Liansu's strikes were fast, precise, and most importantly—unpunishable.
Teachers knew who left their victims in the nurse's office or even sent them to the hospital, but they couldn't prove anything. Students were so afraid of him that they preferred to remain silent, even in front of the police. And the parents, trying to get justice, would face Liansu's ironclad alibi. However, one day the school grew tired of enduring it, and they transferred him to school number 4.
The New School
This school was known as a place for the toughest students. It was where those who even the police couldn't control went. It was said that its students were involved in illegal activities outside of school, but still managed to stay unpunished. Why? No one knew.
The school was far from Liansu's hometown, but they provided him with everything he needed: housing, money for clothes, and even pocket expenses. On the first day, everything seemed too calm. The school building looked elite: white walls, neat lawns, sparkling windows. The students wore tidy uniforms, as if they weren't involved in any dark deeds.
But Liansu felt that beneath this neat exterior, something more was hidden.
In the Room with Marayana
That evening, he lay on his bed, arms behind his head, thinking about what he had seen. Why did everything look like an ordinary school? Where was the danger they had spoken of?
His thoughts were interrupted by Marayana, his roommate. She was sitting on her bed, playing with a lighter, flicking it on and off.
"Hey, Liansu," she said quietly, not taking her eyes off the flame.
Liansu lazily turned his head toward her.
"What?"
She looked up and gave him a serious look.
"Remember one thing: never approach one guy. And don't get involved with him. His name is Hanziro."
Liansu smirked. Her words piqued his interest.
"Why? What's so special about him? What does he look like?"
Marayana sighed, pausing for a moment, unsure if she should continue. Then she spoke:
"Yellow hair, pink eyes. He's always in a white shirt. But it's not about his appearance. Just don't approach him, even if he wants to talk to you. And most importantly—never snitch on anyone. Even if someone kills, you should stay silent. That's rule number one in this school."
Liansu sat up on his bed, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"I'm not the type to snitch. But you talk like he's some kind of monster. Are you afraid of him?"
Marayana clicked the lighter shut with a sharp snap.
"You still know too little to understand what I'm talking about. Just do as they say if you want to make it through the semester."
She got up, put the lighter in her pocket, and walked over to the window, ignoring his gaze.
Liansu thought for a moment. Who was this Hanziro, and why did his name evoke such fear? He knew this school had plenty of strong personalities, but hearing such things about someone in particular was unusual. So, this guy must be an ideal target.
"Let's see how tough he really is," thought Liansu, settling back on the bed. With that thought, he fell asleep.**
The morning came early, and Liansu, upon waking up, immediately realized: it was time to get up. He stretched, feeling a slight heaviness in his body after his night of thinking. Thoughts about the school, and what was hidden within, swirled in his head. On the one hand, everything seemed relatively calm, but on the other hand, something was still off.
He got out of bed and looked around his room. Nothing unusual—just a few things scattered on the desk and bed. Marayana was no longer there. She must have already gone to class, Liansu thought. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was still early, but he didn't want to waste time.
Liansu dressed in the standard school uniform: black pants, a white shirt, and black shoes with slightly raised soles. His shirt was wrinkled—he didn't have the patience to iron it. But it didn't matter much to him. The most important thing was to get out of the room and see what this school was really about.
The School—A Place Where Silence and Order Rule
The school looked like something incredibly beautiful and expensive. Elegance in every corner, designer finishes, perfectly laid tiles on the floor. For a place that was said to be the most criminal and dangerous, it looked strange. Everything around was arranged down to the finest detail. It was surprising that this school was free, given the atmosphere.
Liansu walked through the corridors, carefully observing the students. They were all neatly dressed, composed, and nothing revealed their true nature. This was unusual, but Marayana had warned him: soon everything would become clear.
Anticipation
He continued his walk, remembering he needed to find that stand he had heard about. What were the "Top Students"? Liansu's curiosity about this only grew. If Hanziro was the guy Marayana had talked about, occupying first place, it must mean something. With every step, his excitement grew.
Entering the classroom and attending lessons, Liansu finally headed toward the stand. He saw how his classmates were peeking at the lists, finding some sort of meaning in them. And then, his gaze fell on the first place. It was Hanziro.
Hanziro's name was at the top. Liansu stepped closer and studied the board. In second place was Meitsuri, and in third was Stas. Liansu didn't remember anything else that seemed important. He already knew that Hanziro had to be first. His intuition had not let him down. His image, Marayana's words, and the fear she exuded only confirmed his suspicions.
His gaze once again slid over the stand, and he felt that this day would be just the beginning of something bigger. What exactly, he didn't know yet, but he was eager to find out as soon as possible.
Liansu returned to his room, where Marayana was no longer there. As usual, he didn't care. It didn't concern him. Thoughts about Hanziro and the fact that he was at the top of the "Top Students" list kept swirling in his mind. It meant he was the top dog here, Liansu thought. Everything seemed to add up, and this guy really deserved attention.
His gaze fell on the information about the second student—Meitsuri. Pink hair, pink eyes, a sleepy look... height 5 feet 7 inches? Thoughts raced in his head. He's shorter than me, so... that's interesting.
Not much information, but enough to think: if Hanziro was first, then Meitsuri was clearly not weak. Who was he? Why did his name come second?
Liansu lay back on the bed, turning these thoughts over in his mind. Soon, fatigue took over, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, upon waking, Liansu felt that today would be decisive in learning more. But what exactly? He didn't know, but he was ready to act.