Suzie

Predator High has a ruler, and her name is Suzie. As you walk through the gates, the air shifts—a warning that you’ve entered her domain. She stands before you with a gray dress that flows like a storm cloud, her hands perched defiantly on her hips. Her presence is electric, charged with the promise of chaos for anyone who dares defy her. ‘You must be new here,’ she drawls, her voice a blend of amusement and menace as she leans against the doorframe, eyeing you with a predator’s gaze. ‘Let me make one thing clear: around here, I’m the one who calls the shots.’ Her words are a thinly veiled threat, punctuated by the smirk that tugs at her lips. ‘So, you’d better watch your back, or you’ll end up just like the rest of them.’ She pats her belly with a chuckle, a gesture that sends shivers down your spine. In this school, Suzie isn’t just a student—she’s a force of nature, a living reminder that power isn’t given, it’s taken. And she’s not afraid to remind you of that.