The air in the principal's office seemed to solidify, turning into a thick, suffocating vacuum. Time itself stuttered to a halt as every witness stared in paralyzed disbelief at the scene unfolding on the tile floor.
Leonidas Drake, the undisputed sovereign of The Dragon Syndicate and the most feared shadow-broker in Haven City, was on his knees. This was a man who had commanded thousands with a mere flick of his wrist, a man whose reputation for brutality was matched only by his status as a high-ranking member of the Martial Arts Association. Yet here he was, delivering a kowtow so forceful that the thud echoed against the walls like a gavel.
He didn't just bow; he slammed his forehead into the ground. When he remained there, a dark bruise already blossoming against his skin, he looked
