The courtyard was packed with girls, the air thick with tension and the metallic scent of weapons being readied. Knives, bats, sharpened pipes, and even a few stolen guns glinted under the midday sun. Every face was set in grim determination — eyes scanning for targets, bodies coiled like springs ready to strike.
Serial stepped into the center of the courtyard, her presence commanding immediate silence. As the undisputed number one and leader of the wild cats, she carried an aura that made even the most bloodthirsty girls straighten up.
“As the Wild Cat leader and number one,” Serial announced, her voice ringing clear and cold, “it is with great honor to declare that the hunting game season has officially begun.”
The girls erupted into loud cheers, fists pumping, weapons raised. The exc
