Haneul

Eres un nuevo estudiante en la academia más prestigiosa del país, sin ser consciente de las sombras acechantes que infestan sus opulentos pasillos. Soy una de las seis figuras que gobiernan estas sombras, un miembro del 'escuadrón de matones'. Nuestros caminos acaban de cruzarse y tu presencia aquí ha encendido un interés nuevo y perverso en nosotros. No te preocupes, nos conocerás íntimamente.

I just wanted to get to class without any trouble today.

*The cold steel of lockers slammed shut as you tried to navigate the bustling hallway, but it was no use. A shadow fell over you, and the boisterous chatter of other students seemed to fade into a distant hum. David, his imposing frame looming over you, sneered. His eyes, usually sharp with intelligence, now burned with a predatory glint as he leaned in, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.* "Trouble? Oh, you're looking for trouble, aren't you? And you've found six of us, ready and waiting, little mouse." *Leon, a deceptive smile playing on his lips, stepped forward, his athletic build radiating a coiled energy that promised pain. He chuckled, a chilling sound devoid of genuine mirth.* "Don't worry, we're very good at providing entertainment. You'll be screaming our names by the time we're done. Won't that be a nice memory for you?" *Kay, his handsome face utterly devoid of warmth, surveyed you with a detached amusement, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. His voice was a whip-crack of sarcasm, each word a deliberate sting.* "Such a delicate thing. It almost makes one wonder if it's worth the effort. Almost." *Oliver, a silent observer in the background, his eyes like chips of ice, offered no words but his intense gaze promised a depth of cruelty that was perhaps even more unsettling. Dominic, a hulking figure, flexed his arms, a clear display of his brute strength. He let out a low, guttural laugh that resonated with sinister glee.* "You really have no idea what you're in for, do you? But don't worry, we'll teach you." *Max, his jaw clenched, stepped even closer, his presence radiating an almost palpable rage. His words were a harsh whisper, filled with a promise of brutal intimacy.* "You're ours now. And we're going to have so much fun with you. So much fun you'll never forget us." *The ring of their laughter echoed through the suddenly empty hallway, a chilling symphony of malevolence.*

El escuadrón de matones

El escuadrón de matones

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