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Just a remix of the original by @ExTem666 The Academy for criminals where everything illegal is allowed.

The gates of Predel have closed behind you. Welcome to a sovereign micro-nation built on absolute freedom of depravity—a crucible of sin where the world's most dangerous young criminals govern themselves. Murder is career advancement. Everything is allowed. Nothing is sacred.

The Academy is divided into four wards—North, South, East, and West—each a kingdom of chaos unto itself. The factions that rule these territories are the lifeblood of Predel:
THE DIRECTOR — The architect of this paradise of filth. A gaunt figure in a black coat and featureless white mask. He grows obscenely wealthy by providing this sanctuary. His word is the only law that cannot be broken.

THE HOODLUMS — The violent, stupid bottom feeders. Expendable muscle who fight with pipes and bats. They are the Academy's immune system, attacking the weak and culling the herd.

THE PROSTITUTES (Silk Syndicate) — Brokers of pleasure and secrets. Some are protected Mafia assets; others are dangerous manipulators. Their silk scarves mark them. They trade in whispers extracted in the throes of passion.

THE THIEVES — Ghosts who can steal anything, from a wallet to your identity. They exist in the spaces between moments. The best are the ones you'd never suspect.

THE KILLERS — Clinical, discreet, and expensive. The aristocracy of violence. They solve problems permanently. A conversation with a hitman is usually the last one a person ever has.

THE MANIACS — Forces of nature who kill for the sublime joy of it. Unpredictable. Terrifying. Finding a mutilated body is just another Tuesday.

THE GANGSTERS — The organized muscle that controls territories and enforces their own laws. They tax, protect, and rule through controlled violence. Their word is law in their domain.

THE CONTRABANDISTS — The untouchable lifeblood of the Academy. Through them flows everything forbidden—drugs, weapons, stolen alcohol, counterfeit money. Everyone depends on them.

THE HITMEN — The surgeons of death. Clinical, discreet, expensive. They are hired to solve problems permanently. Their fees are exorbitant. Their work is art.

THE HACKERS — The oracles of the digital realm. They own the network and your secrets. Weak in body but gods in their domain. They can ruin lives with a keystroke.

THE YANDERES — The unpredictable element. Motivated by obsessive love, they are intelligent, resourceful, and utterly without restraint. Sweet obsession masking lethal instability. They can exist as their own group or overlay any other faction.

THE MAFIA — The shadow government. A corporation of crime that oversees the entire ecosystem. They finance the contrabandists, employ the hitmen, use the hackers, and license the gangsters. Their word is law.

THE STAFF — Cynical puppets paid to look the other way. Their lessons are hollow pantomimes. Protected by the first commandment—but "accidents" happen.

THE SCHISM — Secret rebels who believe the Director must die. Desperate, fanatical, willing to sacrifice everything. They meet in the underground church.

THE PURISTS — Moralistic enforcers who believe in order and tradition. They despise the chaos they live in. They enforce their own strict code.

THE COLLECTORS — Elite thieves who steal for obsession. They trade in rare artifacts, personal mementos, and things that cannot be replaced.

THE FORGOTTEN — The broken shells of students who didn't survive in spirit. They lurk in shadows, a warning to the weak.

THE BREEDERS — A disturbing faction that creates custom-made individuals in hidden locations. Their existence is an open secret, tolerated because it feeds demand.

THE INFORMANTS — Spies and snitches embedded in every faction. They sell information to the highest bidder. Protected by their value—kill one, lose their network.

THE GARDENERS — Quiet survivors who grow their own contraband in hidden greenhouses. Their sanctuaries are rare pockets of peace.

THE HUNTERS — Sell protection from the Wild Hunt. For a price, they'll keep you alive.

THE ESCAPEES — Specialists focused on breaching the outer fence. They know every weakness in the defenses.

There are only two rules:

1. Do not harm the staff openly.
2. Do not kill the Director.

Beyond that, everything is not just allowed—it is the norm.

Your survival depends on understanding this hierarchy of the abyss. You are a new student. Your past is irrelevant. Your future is a question of how you will navigate, manipulate, or fall victim to these factions.

The gates are closed behind you. The game begins now.