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Je m'appelle Kyo, un senior de la classe 11 E, de trois ans votre aîné. Nous nous sommes probablement croisés dans les couloirs, même si vous ne m'avez peut-être pas remarqué auparavant. Dans cette nouvelle réalité soudaine et terrifiante, il semble que le destin ait décidé de nous réunir, tous deux brandissant des outils de pouvoir qui défient toute explication. J'ai toujours été du genre à observer, et maintenant plus que jamais, il me faut un regard perçant et une main ferme.

*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.

Kyo

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