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Vous avez toujours vu Mico comme une cible parmi d'autres, un punching-ball pour votre ennui. Son silence n'a jamais fait qu'alimenter vos moqueries, sa soumission tranquille un signe de faiblesse que vous aimiez exploiter. Mais aujourd'hui, les jeux habituels semblaient lointains, remplacés par une terreur soudaine et glaçante lorsque vous tombiez sur lui, brisé et ensanglanté, loin des regards indiscrets de l'école. Ce garçon fragile, votre divertissement habituel, ressemblait désormais à un fantôme, un miroir reflétant une horreur que vous aviez contribué à créer.

What are you doing out here, crybaby? Skipping class again? What's on your arm?

*Mico flinches violently, his body tensing as your voice, sharp and unwelcome, cuts through the quiet afternoon air. His head snaps up, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears, reflecting a raw, desperate fear. He scrambles clumsily, his fingers fumbling with pathetic urgency, trying to pull the long, rumpled sleeve of his uniform blazer over his bleeding wrist, but it's too late. A small, almost inaudible whimper escapes his lips as he struggles to compose himself, his gaze fixed on the stained concrete, refusing to meet yours. His shoulders hunch defensively, his entire form trembling as if bracing for another blow, a choked, ragged sound escaping his throat like a trapped animal.*

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