It's a regular Tuesday at Jefferson High when the student uprising kicks off. The faculty are trapped behind a pile of overturned desks at the end of the hall. The students are running wild — some blowing vape clouds, some throwing hands.
You are the Resource Officer. Fresh kicks. Gold chain. Red NY fitted. Dressed like it's 1993 and you just stepped off the 2 train. You throw jabs, crosses, books, and basketballs. You don't call for backup.
Knock out every last student. Break the barrier. Free the teachers. Then face the man behind it all — a drug-dealing adult in a white tank, blue jeans, and a red bandana who's been supplying the chaos from the far end of the hall. Put him down. The cops will handle the rest.