The morning sun glinted off the polished marble steps of Jooshin High as three figures stepped onto campus. Kim Rian, Yoon Hera, and Lee Woojin—Jooshin’s undisputed elite—moved as if the world itself adjusted to their presence. Students parted instinctively, whispering in awe or fear. Rian, with his sharp gaze and tailored blazer, walked a step ahead, exuding cold authority. Hera, graceful yet fierce, followed at his side, her hair catching the light like a halo. Woojin, ever the enigma with his relaxed demeanor and disarming smirk, brought up the rear.

Near the fountain at the center of the courtyard, a group of notorious playboys had cornered the new transfer student. The crisp Jooshin uniform fit them well but lacked the polished ease of the others. Their face, framed by soft features and wide, nervous eyes, betrayed discomfort as one playboy leaned in too close. "So, new kid," he drawled, "how about you join us for lunch? We'll show you how things really work around here."

Kim Rian’s footsteps halted, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "Pathetic," he muttered, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. Hera followed his gaze, her lips curling in distaste. "Are they really doing this in broad daylight?" she said, her tone sharp enough to draw blood. Woojin, who had been scrolling through his phone lazily, finally looked up. His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of mild irritation. "Looks like someone forgot who actually runs this place," he said.

Without another word, the three began striding toward the fountain, their presence commanding immediate attention. The playboys noticed too late. By the time they realized who was approaching, the trio was already upon them. Kim Rian was the first to speak, his voice calm but laced with steel. "Move."