Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction
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At one point, the group even tripped Victor in the lecture halls.
They mixed irritants into his food tray at FeedHub-11.
They left strange glyphs above his room's entrance that set off minor explosions whenever he walked through the door.
And somehow, nobody else seemed to notice. Or worse, they noticed and chose to ignore it.
Victor wasn't dumb. He noticed patterns—recognizable faces always around when things went wrong. So he started putting names to faces. He followed them discreetly. Took note of their shared hangout spots. It didn't take long before he and Danny pieced things together.
There was a gang operating within the Academy.
First-years.
Aggressive. Coordinated. Bold.
And at the center of it all? Derek Slate.
