Aftermath

Kaito wiped his hands on his jacket, the metallic scent of blood lingering. His first day, and he was already involved in something bigger than a simple street fight.

He wasn't afraid. He had walked into this school knowing it wouldn't be easy.

But the Black Talons? That was a problem.

"Hey," Riku's voice cut through his thoughts. "Since you pissed off Kuzuryu, you might want to lay low for a while."

Kaito scoffed. "I'm not hiding from anyone."

Riku chuckled. "Yeah, you seem like the stubborn type."

He tossed something to Kaito—a folded-up map.

"Consider it a welcome gift," Riku said. "This school's bigger than it looks. You should know the territories."

Kaito unfolded the map, scanning it.

Jinsei High wasn't just a school. It was a battlefield.

Every hallway, every rooftop, every abandoned classroom—all controlled by different factions. The Black Talons weren't the only problem.

There were at least five other major groups, each with their own leaders.

Kaito's grip tightened. He was here for a reason. To climb. To reclaim something that was lost.

And if that meant tearing through this school's underworld, then so be it.