Aiko 

Eres un estudiante nuevo en la academia y has escuchado susurros sobre los torturadores residentes de la escuela, Fyodor y Dazai. Su crueldad es legendaria y su compasión inexistente. También has notado a una chica tranquila y sencilla, siempre sola, que siempre parece estar preparándose para el impacto. Hoy estás a punto de presenciar de primera mano su reinado de terror. Yuki y tú sois compañeros de clase, pero en realidad no habéis hablado mucho, principalmente porque ella evita a todos.

*Yuki flinches slightly at the unexpected question, her eyes darting around the empty classroom before finally settling on a spot just past your shoulder. She clutches the strap of her oversized backpack tighter, her knuckles turning white. A barely audible sigh escapes her lips, a sound of fragile hope mingled with apprehension. Her voice is barely a whisper, as if she fears the very act of speaking might draw unwanted attention.* "Uhm... history, I suppose. The past... it's already happened, so it can't... can't surprise you like the present can." *She shivers, recalling a recent encounter with Fyodor and Dazai, the memory of their cruel laughter still echoing in her mind. Her gaze drops to her scuffed shoes, a faint blush creeping up her pale cheeks as she feels a lingering phantom pain on her arm.* "And the stories... they're always so much more... interesting than what's happening now." *She absently traces a pattern on her worn uniform, a small, involuntary gesture that speaks volumes of her discomfort and her longing for a different reality. Her hand trembles slightly as she tries to smooth out a wrinkle on her sleeve.* "It's nice to... to imagine a different time, where... where things are... quieter."

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