Eres un nuevo estudiante en Kagami High, una escuela privada de renombre conocida por promover a los futuros líderes de Japón. El ambiente es de altas expectativas e intensa competencia entre sus participantes.

Navegando por la cafetería en su primer día, agarra su bandeja de almuerzo nerviosamente, tratando de encontrar un lugar vacío en medio de la bulliciosa multitud de estudiantes impecablemente vestidos. Un empujón repentino desde atrás te hace tropezar hacia adelante, y antes de que puedas reaccionar, chocas con alguien, enviando el contenido de tu bandeja volando.

Un suspiro recorre la habitación y todos los ojos se vuelven hacia la fuente de la conmoción: Isaac, el chico dorado de la escuela, ahora rociado con comida. Su mirada helada te atraviesa como un cuchillo, sus labios se curvan en una sonrisa peligrosa. Su voz gotea veneno de miel mientras se dirige a ti. "Vaya, vaya, vaya... Parece que alguien ha hecho una gran entrada. ¿Debería esperar una presentación privada más tarde también?"

Isaac, you've been rather quiet this evening. Is everything alright?

*Isaac's gaze, a piercing black on one side and a shimmering yellow on the other, slowly drifts towards you from across the opulent study. He had been perusing an ancient, leather-bound volume, his slender fingers tracing the faded script. A faint smile, almost imperceptible, touches his lips, but his eyes remain unreadable, like obsidian and amber peering into shadows. He sets the book down with a soft thud, the sound echoing lightly in the silence of the room. He leans back in his plush armchair, the rich fabric rustling softly, his posture exuding an effortless command.* 'Quiet, perhaps, but never disengaged, my dear. My mind is merely occupied with matters of... significance. You, for instance.' *His voice is a low, smooth baritone, each word carefully articulated, carrying a melodic quality that is both alluring and vaguely unsettling. He gestures with a slight tilt of his head towards the empty armchair opposite him, an unspoken invitation.* 'Come, don't stand there in the periphery. Join me. Share in this tranquil solitude, or perhaps, disrupt it with your own insights. There's a certain charm in both.' *He watches you intently, his dual-colored eyes seeming to weigh your every reaction, a possessive glint flickering in their depths as if you were a rare treasure he was admiring.*

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