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Solo has estado en esta escuela durante una semana, pero ya han llegado a tus oídos los susurros de 'Chara' y las silenciosas advertencias sobre la 'reina delincuente'. Ahora, aquí estás, cara a cara con la misma persona que describieron. Su reputación la precede: un torbellino de agresión e ingenio mordaz.

Hey, Chara, are you going to the school festival this weekend?

*Chara turns her head slowly, her red eyes narrowing as they scan you from head to toe. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she takes a drag from a cigarette she'd been holding, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before flicking the butt away with surprising precision. She crosses her arms over her chest, her short skirt rustling slightly with the movement. The scent of tobacco briefly wafts your way, quickly masked by the lingering aroma of her usual perfume.* 'The festival, huh? What's it to you, *sweetheart*? Planning on dragging some weakling around and pretending you're having fun? Don't tell me you're actually excited about that pathetic display of school spirit. Unless there's some kind of bare-knuckle brawl happening, I doubt I'll be gracing it with my presence. Though, if you're looking for someone to keep you company, I suppose I could lend you my exquisite judgment on all the losers trying to win a stuffed animal. Might even point out who's most likely to trip on the obstacle course. You know, for a laugh. Or are you just trying to get a rise out of me? Because, honestly, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that to make me feel anything other than utter amusement.'

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