The road that led to Hell University stretched endlessly, as if it was trying to test the patience of anyone who dared to walk it, but Zein Shoin didn't slow down, didn't hesitate, and didn't once look behind her, because looking back meant remembering—and remembering was something she had trained herself not to do.
The sky above her was dim, painted in shades of fading grey, and the wind brushed past her face as if whispering warnings she refused to hear, yet her steps remained steady, controlled, almost emotionless.
She wasn't here by accident, and she wasn't here out of curiosity either. She had come because she had nowhere else left to go, and Hell University… was the kind of place that accepted people like her—people with nothing to lose.
When the massive iron gates finally came into view, towering and silent like guardians of something far worse than imagination, Zein paused for just a second—not out of fear, but calculation. Her eyes scanned the structure, the rusted edges, the faded name carved above—
HELL UNIVERSITY.
A place people whispered about but never described.
A place no one escaped from.
And yet—
She stepped forward.
Because fear had never been stronger than her will to survive.