Strategically approach Lila and Julian, offering a temporary alliance to climb quickly—even if it means risking your integrity.

Confide in Wren and Max, seeking out what’s really broken beneath the hierarchy instead of just angling for the top.

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Avalon Academy Front Steps

First Steps on the Marble Ladder

Reveal the devastating secret at the final assembly, securing your victory and the ultimate rank.

The Glass Atrium – Avalon Academy

Deals with Rival Kings

Team up with Wren, Max, and a hesitant Julian to reveal the rigged voting system to the entire academy.

The Tech Den – Student Commons

Blueprints for Ruin

The Grand Assembly Hall

The Crown’s True Weight

Avalon Academy Main Auditorium

Alliances Beyond Avalon

Calliope Lin

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Lila Devon

Julian Astor

Wren Perry

Maximus Shields

You never quite belong, but maybe that’s your secret weapon. You’re Calliope Lin, standing at the marble edge of Avalon’s cutthroat kingdom, where every whispered remark and side-eye glances ricochet down the halls. Your gaze—sharp, unflinching—catalogs every power play. Outsider status isn’t a flaw, it’s camouflage. You navigate starched legacies and secret alliances, learning to move two steps ahead—even when the floor threatens to slip out from beneath diamond-studded sneakers. Your charm is disarming, but even the most dazzling smile is a shield you wield as expertly as anyone.

When Lila enters a room, silence falls—a testament to how rumor and devotion swirl around her heels. Her platinum hair is legendary; her cold assessment even more so. Legacy-bred and utterly unshakable, she knows you’re a wild card threatening the order she’s spent years curating. Her gaze can slash through pretense, and her laughter, when it comes, sizzles with challenge. Her world is ruled by distinct lines—friends on one side, everyone else on the other. Betrayal is not a question but an art perfected in velvet whispers.

Julian’s smirk is infamous, equal parts invitation and dare. With old-money pedigree and the sort of cunning that plays both sides, he stalks Avalon’s corridors with polished indifference. He always seems to know more than he lets on—a private investigator in navy cuffs and silver. Beneath the charm, Julian’s mind is labyrinthine; every conversation is an intricate chess game with stakes you can’t quite name. But even chessmasters slip, don’t they?

Some students are background noise. Wren Perry, with their chipped nail polish and unfiltered honesty, is the static that disrupts Avalon’s glittering signal. Their observations land in your inbox at 2AM—screenshots, overheard voice memos, and questions too sharp for daylight. Wren is an insider trapped in an outsider’s armor, quick to spot hypocrisy and slow to trust. But in a world where information is power, sometimes the messenger comes first.

Max is the friendly face in Avalon’s relentless current, his optimism a buoy amid so much cutthroat ambition. He’s the kind of guy who remembers your favorite drink and means it when he asks how you’re doing. While others fight for the top, Max fights for what’s fair—a rare trait for a school where sincerity is in short supply. But even good guys have their survival tricks, don’t they?

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Calliope’s signature outfit blends city edge with determined polish, rooted in bold self-expression. She wears a cropped varsity jacket in electric blue, oversized and slightly distressed at the cuffs, with red and white striping along the sleeves and a chenille ‘C’ patch on the left chest. Beneath the jacket, a fitted, jet-black turtleneck tucks into high-waisted, ankle-cropped charcoal skinny jeans—each pocket finished with subtle silver zippers. Her feet are laced into dazzling diamond-studded white sneakers that catch the light with every move, gleaming against the school’s marble floors. Layered silver chain necklaces, some tipped with geometric pendants, rest against her shirt, complementing a metallic watch and stacked, glinting rings on both hands. Calliope’s black hair is swept into a fierce, high ponytail secured with a red silk scrunchie that trails like a ribbon. Her visible accessory—a glowing smartphone—flashes with the vortex of social app notifications, a discreet clear case edged in holographic glitter. A single small hoop earring hugs the scarred right brow, and luminous lip balm adds an undertone of effortless, understated confidence that sets her apart from the polished Avalon elite.

Lila Devon commands Avalon in her signature icy palette, her look curated for perfection. She wears a custom-fitted, crisp white designer jacket—slim, almost sculptural, lined with pale platinum satin and trimmed in subtle metallic embroidery along the lapels and cuffs. The jacket overlays a pearly, silk camisole, its neckline delicately scalloped, which tucks seamlessly into sleek, high-waisted pale gray cigarette trousers tailored to accentuate her willow-slim form. At her feet, sharply pointed stiletto heels gleam in mirrored platinum, affixed with a crystal-studded buckle near the arch. Her platinum blonde hair falls in effortless waves that just graze her shoulders, parted precisely, framing her poised face. Accessories are minimal but opulent: a luxury designer clutch in frosted silver, a slim platinum watch, and tiny diamond studs in each ear—a calculated whisper of wealth rather than a shout. A wave of icy blue nail polish matches her unblinking eyes. The overall effect is statuesque, intimidating, and unerringly flawless, projecting the unattainable standard she enforces.

Julian Astor channels effortless charisma in a tailored version of the Avalon uniform, quietly announcing his meticulous attention to detail. His navy blazer, cut perfectly to his tall frame, is custom-tailored with subtle mother-of-pearl buttons and a discreet silver crest at the breast. Beneath lies a slate gray, open-collared dress shirt, its fabric soft and silk-blended, casually unbuttoned at the throat for just the right amount of insouciance. Slim, charcoal trousers, pressed razor-sharp, end just above polished black loafers with silver buckles—luxurious but understated. On his left wrist, a slender vintage watch gleams in brushed steel, and one silver cufflink, engraved with a labyrinth motif, gleams only when he moves his hand. Julian’s tousled dark hair is artfully disheveled, and a navy silk pocket square is tucked loosely at his blazer breast. The finishing touch is a platinum lapel pin—an enigmatic chess piece—that hints at his reputation for strategy. His overall look is quietly opulent, blending traditional prep with sly, modern sophistication.

Wren Perry’s outfit is an artful clash of irreverence and coded scrutiny, emblematic of their role as Avalon’s subversive insider. They sport an oversized, battered black denim jacket with mismatched enamel pins—ranging from pixel art ghosts to cryptic slogans—scattered across the chest and lapels. Under the jacket, a loose, faded graphic tee flashes the phrase "not your data" in neon blue type, half-tucked into cuffed army-green cargo pants crisscrossed at the thighs by thin silver chains clipped to belt loops. Their shoes are scuffed, high-top Converse in alternating black and cobalt panels, featuring tangled laces and doodled-on slogans in metallic ink. Fingers and nail beds bear remnants of chipped black, blue, and silver polish, and a looped, rainbow-beaded bracelet peeks out from their sleeve. Wren’s short inky-black hair explodes into bright electric-blue spikes at the ends, with aviator-style silver-framed glasses perched low across their nose. A battered, sticker-coated tablet peeks from the side pocket, and a single ear is adorned with a cluster of mismatched studs and hoops. Their look is kinetic, fiercely individual, scraping resolutely against Avalon’s glossy surface.

Maximus Shields exudes genuine warmth and earnestness with a look that centers comfort and school spirit. He sports a buttery-soft, goldenrod varsity jacket with navy wool sleeves and sun-gold applique patches commemorating various school clubs. Underneath, a sky-blue crewneck tee is semi-tucked over relaxed fit, sand-colored chinos with double-stitched seams and rolled cuffs at the ankle. Max’s dark curls are cropped short, framing his bright, perpetually smiling eyes, and he wears a canvas friendship bracelet braided in blue, gold, and white at one wrist. Worn-in white sneakers with splashy navy blue detailing complete the look, their laces decorated with mismatched charm beads—a quiet nod to the people who matter most to him. At his belt hangs a lanyard of school pins and a mini stress ball; his backpack, slung casually over one shoulder, sports sewn-on merit patches and a cheery enamel sun badge. His whole outfit radiates optimism, blending Avalon tradition with tangible approachability and effortless school pride.

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Accept Lila Devon’s invitation to join her and Julian—enter Avalon’s inner circle.

Walk with Wren and Max, rejecting the inner circle—align with the outsiders.

Rivalry palm-pressed into polite conversation. Low trust established, high competitiveness brewing beneath the surface.

An uncertain but intriguing potential ally. The chessboard is set, but the pieces haven’t moved—yet.

A glimmer of authentic connection. Wren’s skepticism matches your guardedness, suggesting trust—if slowly earned—may be possible.

An open offer of friendship in a snake pit. Max’s sincerity feels real, but vulnerability is a dangerous luxury at Avalon.

Accept Lila’s group chat invite and propose a strategic alliance—step into the inner circle.

Meet up with Wren and Max privately, investigating the forged vote logs.

Mutual interest intensifies. +1 competitiveness, but trust remains low. Lila marks you as both rival and potential asset.

Intrigue sparkles. Julian begins to see you as an unaligned strategist—compatibility and mutual respect nudge upward.

Wren’s skepticism softens as you listen. Trust rises subtly (+1), the tether of a possible alliance.

A warm, steady kinship gains ground (+1 likability). Max feels emboldened by your wit and attention.

Accept Lila’s invitation, join the assembly at her side.

Team up with Wren and Max, investigate the leaderboard sabotage.

Competitiveness between you and Lila spikes (+1), while trust remains chilly.

An ember of cautious mutual interest flickers. Compatibility up (+1).

Trust grows (+1). Wren moves closer, subtly placing their loyalty with you—for now.

Reliability deepens (+1). Max’s support is the one thing here you don’t have to question.

Trust shattered. Lila’s rivalry curdles into defeat and palpable resentment. (+10 competitiveness, -7 trust)

Julian withdraws completely, eyes unreadable—a wall where careful rapport used to be. (-4 trust, -4 likability)

Wren avoids your gaze, the pain of your decision etching lines of loss where trust once anchored you. (-6 trust, -5 likability)

Max watches from the back, silent and disappointed, his optimism dimmed but not erased. (-2 trust)

Trust shattered. Lila is publicly ruined and will not speak to you.

Julian withdraws entirely. Mutual respect—gone, replaced by silence.

Wren cannot meet your eyes; their trust in you is severed.

Max is deeply disappointed. Friendship strained beyond repair.

Crown and Catastrophe

Calliope Lin doesn’t belong among the glittering halls and icy smiles of Avalon Preparatory Academy, but that never stopped anyone. Here, ambition wears diamond-studded sneakers, secrets drip from every locker, and friends might toss you down the class ranks faster than you can say, ‘Trust me.’ As Calliope, you’re swept into a fierce weekly ritual—peer voting that can crown or crush you. Strategic alliances shimmer, sparkling with promise and danger, while your fiercest rivals, Lila Devon and Julian Astor, always seem to know a move before you do. Yet every perfectly posed outfit, perfectly worded chat, and clutch mini-game win inches you closer to the coveted twelfth class, and the sweet, stinging taste of real acclaim.

Crown and Catastrophe

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