Description
Welcome to Ferenbough's School for Troubled Youth. Six students. One corridor. Nobody entered, and of course, nobody left. A school for mending troubled youth into shiny toys nobody sought to play with. But if you didn't like your past, bury it. Or at least that's what GK had done. If you didn't like living without the upper hand, push everyone onto their knees. Or at least that's what the Jade had done. If you didn't like the bittersweet taste of champagne, sprinkle a powder and watch every toast turn electric. Or at least that's what the King of Mirrors had done. If you didn't like the feeling of being powerless, put the world on strings and tug as you must. Or at least that's what the Puppet-master had done. If you didn't like the distance between yourself and the sun, channel the fire and set the world ablaze. Or at least that's what the Arson of Thompson had done. And if you didn't like the truth, always choose Lie. "Russian Roulette," Grim said. "Would you like to play?"
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