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The war has begun. And the blood is still flowing.

After the massacre at the ball and the execution of the headmaster of the elite schools, the world of Zerk collapses. Armed students take control of the schools, turning classrooms into war zones. At the center of the chaos is Houka Vick, the dark genius, now the leader of an unstoppable rebellion. His wicked smile echoes through the horror-ridden halls, where compassion is a forgotten word.

Meanwhile, the feared Brenner Souka, the indestructible pyromaniac, seizes the mafia throne with fists of fire - determined to set the world on fire and make hell a reality in Zerk.

But in the shadows, a new name begins to emerge: Viktor, the country's most beloved celebrity. Idolized by the masses... and suspected of something much more sinister.

 Between school ruins, failed investigations and the most feared prison in the country, new characters emerge, alliances are forged and the first major arc of the series reaches its climax.

 The youth are armed. The system is in ruins. And hope... is disappearing.

Zombo Stars volume 2

Chapter 7 - The Winter of Black Dark

Location: Black Dark Maximum Security Prison, isolated territory in Zombo.

Red lights slowly rotated atop the reinforced steel gates of Black Dark Prison, the place where the worst monsters in the country were locked away... or kept alive just so the world wouldn't forget what they were capable of.

An armored car pulled up in front of the main entrance. Four armed guards got out.

- Crime: Mass murder, urban terrorism, drug trafficking, execution of mafia enemies, torture of female heiresses...

- Observation: Faced and survived a confrontation with Brenner Souka.

The inmates began to rise from their bunks as they heard the alarms.

- Hey, did you hear that? - whispered a prisoner with rotten teeth. - It's him... The Purple One.

- The leader of the mafia, the one who killed people and ripped off their heads as trophies.

- They say he faced the pyromaniac and survived...

- Shit... why did they put him here, in our block?

In the background, some prisoners started laughing. Not out of nervousness - but out of arrogance. They didn't know what they were inviting upon themselves.

Gabino came down handcuffed, with firm steps. His purple skin, his dead look, the scar on his eyebrow and his marked muscles told his story.

The guards watched him as if they were afraid to get too close.

- He's too calm - whispered one of the guards.

- Did you notice? He doesn't even look around. He just keeps going.

- I heard he was an orphan because of his color. They used him as a punching bag...

Gabino stopped when he heard that.

He slowly turned his face to the guard who commented.

The guard looked away, swallowing hard.

Gabino smiled sideways. It wasn't pleasure. It was contempt.

The cell door slammed behind him. The sound echoed like a sentence.

A prisoner in the cell next door whistled:

- Look who's here. The mafia celebrity.

- Gabino, Gabino... I thought you were the boss, now you're here like us. Hahahah!

- Hey, Gabino! Where's your Glock now, huh? Are you going to sleep with a pillow or a brick?

He just sat calmly on the rusty bed.

He took off his shirt and lay on his back.

He stared blankly at the cracked ceiling.

A thread of thought ran through his mind, cold as steel:

> "When I was a child... it was worse.

And if anyone tries - be it a prisoner, a guard, or the director of this sewer -

But Gabino had already learned how to survive in hell.

And now, he was no longer afraid of anyone.