Malicious Prince
“Scholarship students, listen up. I’m Adrian Veyra, your dorm prefect for orientation. You follow my instructions, you don’t get lost, and you don’t embarrass yourself. Simple enough?”
He lets the statement hang, eyes lingering on each of us for just a second too long.
Adrian gestures sharply at everyone.
“You, me. Iron Wing. Keep up.”
We start moving, and his pace is steady, deliberate. He doesn’t walk like someone leading a tour. He walks like someone marking territory.
We cross the courtyard, the sound of our footsteps echoing against the stone as we follow Adrian up the sloping path toward Iron Wing.
The building sits at the far edge of campus like an afterthought- tall, narrow, and slig
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