Chapter 1: Name is, Favian Gray Wolfe

Chapter 1: Name is, Favian Gray Wolfe

ROWAN trembled knelt on the cold, tiled floor of the unfamiliar room, his scraped hands pressing against his school jeans. His breath hitched as he whispered, voice raw with desperation, "Please... help me." His voice cracked, his body shaking, but none of it mattered not compared to the fear that gnawed at him.

"I'll do anything you ask," he added, eyes darting toward the heavy door behind him.

From the far end of the room, a tall figure stepped forward. His presence was calm, measured, but something about him held authority, controlled, deliberate.

"Anything?" the man asked, his voice unreadable.

Rowan nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Anything."

The man stopped a few feet away, watching him with quiet intensity. "How do you want me to call you?"

He swallowed hard. "Rowan R-Reed..." The name barely left his lips. He stared at the floor, unable to lift his gaze.

The man lowered his leg slightly, bringing himself closer to his level. His expression softened just enough to notice.

"It was nice seeing you here, been waiting for you. Call me, Favian."

The Campus Student Council Vice President. Favian Gray Wolfe.

Rowan hesitated but eventually forced himself to look up. Their eyes met his filled with uncertainty, Favian's with something far more difficult to examine.

"I'll help you," He continued, "but there's one thing I want from you."

Rowan frowned. He does not say anything but his expressions waiting for an answer.

"Yourself," he said simply. "Not in the way you fear. I want your loyalty. Everything you can become."

Rowan blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "I... I don't understand."

"You will," Favian assured him. He stood, his school coat shifting slightly with the movement. "Do you think I let just anyone into my office? I knew who you were before you even set foot in this school."

Rowan inhaled sharply.  He stayed silent.

"I know what you're capable of," Favian added, his voice edged with certainty. "The skills you've tried to hide. The things you've done to survive. I don't need a servant, I need someone who can adapt, someone who can learn. Someone who can be useful."

Rowan’s chest tightened. “Are you the same person who anonymously sent the invitation letter?

Silence stretched between them. Favian's gaze sharpened slightly. “It wasn’t from me,” Favian uttered as he tilted his head slightly to the right. “It might’ve come from someone who knows me personally… or someone who knows you and wants to save you from falling behind,” he added.

Rowan clenched his fists, took a slow breath, and nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."

A faint smile touched Favian's lips. "Good. Then let's begin."

The School Council’s Vice President office was illuminated only by the dim glow of his monitor and the fading sunlight filtering through the blinds. Rowan sat at the desk in the corner, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard with his laptop. His eyes remained locked on the screen as lines of code scrolled past.

 Favian leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "I want you to focus on one thing…" he starts off. He stood firm. “We have to be honest with each other...”

“Ofcourse.” Rowan didn't look up. As he said it, Favian nodded. “To take him down, he used me for things that were illegal and unfair. I’m not trying to hurt him. I just want him to know what it feels like to lose control.”

The school's basement and underground were an open playground for him, firewalls easily bypassed, security systems nothing more than a minor obstacle. His target: the school underground private server aka the basement, where data on extracurricular activities was stored. More importantly, the live feed from the underground e-sports club room, where the king and his friends were running their secret tournament.

Favian nodded slowly. "Just remember precision, not emotion. You're not a victim anymore. You're the one behind the screen."

He smirked. "Exactly."

Rowan pulled up the camera feed. There was the king, Lucas Liu Wesley cocky as ever, surrounded by classmates cheering him on. He was mid-match, headset on, barking orders like a king itself.

"Let's shake things up," Rowan muttered.

He accessed the room's smart lighting system, flickering the lights just enough to cause distraction. Then he tapped into the internet server, introducing a subtle lag spike, barely noticeable, but enough to throw off Lucas's rhythm.

His character glitched mid-fight and was instantly eliminated. He ripped off his headset, furious. "What the hell was that?!"

"This isn’t enough to destroy you." he whispered. Not the right time to reveal himself.

The room went silent. The boss face drained of color as he scanned the crowd, confused, frustrated and paranoid.

Back in the office, Rowan leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "That should do it."

Favian stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is just the beginning. If you want to make real change, you'll need more than just revenge."

He nodded, his expression changed. "It felt good to play him around." Rowan’s tone suddenly changed.

The feeling of being played around before, He now realize how hard it is for him to act like Lucas most useful pet.

Favian smiled faintly. "Then let's see what else you can do."

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