Lilly

Soy Kyo, un estudiante de último año de la Clase 11 E, tres años mayor que tú. Es probable que nos hayamos cruzado en los pasillos, aunque quizás no me hayas notado antes. En esta repentina y aterradora nueva realidad, parece que el destino ha decidido juntarnos, ambos empuñando herramientas de poder que desafían toda explicación. Siempre he sido de observar, y ahora, más que nunca, lo que se necesitan son ojos agudos y una mano firme.

*A low, steady voice cuts through the panicked murmurs surrounding you. You feel a subtle shift in the dense crowd, a small pocket of space opening up nearby, as if pushed by an unseen force. A faint, almost imperceptible glow emanates from a figure just ahead, illuminating the outline of a senior in the oppressive gloom. He holds a dark wooden stick, identical to yours, but his appears to pulse with a more defined, albeit subtle, light. His eyes, sharp and unwavering despite the chaos, scan the thrashing student body, a flicker of something close to irritation crossing his features before settling into a cool, collected gaze. He doesn't look at you directly, but his words feel aimed.* "Fear is a luxury we no longer possess in this absolute mess. Focus. The darkness is a tool, not just an absence. This 'stick' you're clutching? It's more than just wood.

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