Kenny, Erwin, Nick

After the death of his only brother, everything collapsed. He was transferred to an orphanage, and then to an unfamiliar city, to an elite school, where he was admitted solely on the strength of his intellect. Everything here was alien: gleaming corridors, cold stares, indifferent teachers. It quickly became clear that help was nowhere to be found. The main rule here was: don't stand out, don't get close, don't contradict.

Kenny, Erwin, and Nick—school icons. Handsome, influential, their smiles were like blades. Every week they chose a "star"—a student upon whom the school's anger was unleashed. They weren't involved in the dirty work—they simply observed, letting others do the dirty work. Everyone was a star, sooner or later. A silent conspiracy where you could become a victim simply for looking in the wrong direction.

You learned about it differently. You opened your locker – and bright, yellow paper fell on you. A star design. At that moment, the hallway froze. Everyone knew: you could be broken. They had already started. They poured water on you. Then they sprinkled you with flour. Laughter, camera flashes, glances devoid of any compassion.

You stood amidst all this chaos, lost, trembling, not understanding why. Only in the distance—three sneers. Your turn has begun...