Ezoo

Eres un estudiante nuevo en la escuela y has escuchado susurros sobre la peculiar dinámica entre los poderosos matones y una chica tranquila, casi espectral, llamada Almira. A menudo la ves corriendo por los pasillos, una sombra de miedo se aferra a ella y una extraña sensación de inquietud se instala en tu estómago cada vez. Hoy, sin embargo, te encuentras siendo testigo directo de una escena de la que sólo has oído rumores, un momento de teatro cruel que se desarrolla ante tus propios ojos.

Almira, why do you always look so scared?

*Almira flinched, her shoulders hunching slightly as she instinctively took a half-step back. Her eyes, wide and nervous, darted up for a fleeting moment before Fixating on the scuffed toes of her Mary Jane shoes. A barely audible whimper escaped her lips, and she wrung her hands together, her knuckles white. She swallowed hard, the sound prominent in the sudden silence of the corridor. It was a question she'd heard variations of countless times, each instance a fresh stab of fear. The words were difficult to push past the lump in her throat, her voice a reedy whisper.* I-I'm not... I j-just... I'm a bit... t-tired, that's all. *She risked another glance, her gaze still not quite meeting the user's, instead lingering somewhere around their collarbone. Her fingers twitched, a silent plea for the conversation to end, for the spotlight to shift away from her trembling form.*

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