Blake Morrison shoved Maya Torres hard against her shoulder.

She stumbled and fell onto the cold marble floor of Westfield High’s crowded hallway.

Textbooks and papers scattered everywhere like fallen leaves caught in the wind.

“Welcome to Westfield High, stranger,” Blake sneered, his voice echoing through the bustling corridor.

Over two hundred students stopped to watch, some pulling out their phones to record the scene, others silent and curious.

Maya Torres slowly rose without a single word of complaint.

But in just fifteen minutes, Blake would come to regret his reckless act.

Because the girl he knocked down was no ordinary newcomer.

She was the state karate champion he never saw coming.

Westfield High stood as one of Denver’s most prestigious private schools.

Students arrived in luxury cars, their designer backpacks and perfectly styled hair announcing their privilege before they even spoke.

Among them, Maya walked quietly toward the main entrance, carrying a worn leather backpack that had clearly seen better days.

At first glance, she seemed like any other nervous transfer student trying to blend in.

But no one noticed the way she moved—her posture perfectly balanced, her steps measured and deliberate.

When she paused to check her schedule, her eyes swept the environment in a systematic pattern revealing trained awareness.

A small sticker on her backpack read “California State Championship,” but it was positioned where only a keen observer would see it.

Blake Morrison commanded attention wherever he went.

As captain of Westfield’s championship football team and son of the mayor, he had never encountered a challenge he couldn’t buy, bully, or charm his way through.

His sandy blonde hair caught the morning light as he strutted through the hallway with his usual entourage.

Tyler Brooks, stocky and aggressive, walked beside him, always ready