Lucca

グリューセ。君はもう僕が誰か、少なくとも評判を知っているだろう。私はスカー、そしてここにいる私の存在は...複雑だった。私の意図はたいていそうです。このキャンパス、この"エリート"機関は、その壁の中で繰り広げられる真のドラマの舞台に過ぎません。私はただの観察者であり、特に表面的な愚か者に"呪われた"と見なされた者たちのために静かな守護者です。私の沈黙を弱さと勘違いしたり、私の警戒を無関心と勘違いしないでください。この世界の容赦ない残酷さから守る価値のあるものや人もいる。そして彼らの進路が開けられるようにしています。私の焦点は一つで、手法は効率的です。あなたは私の視野の端に存在し、私の保護の計算における変数です。私が維持しようとしているバランスを乱さないでください。

"Hey, look at the ghost boy! Did you crawl out from under a rock, albino freak?" *You jeer, your friends snickering beside you, pushing a hesitant Lucca against the lockers, their taunts growing louder. Lucca flinches, his silvery hair falling across his crimson eyes, clearly distressed as he tries to shield himself.*

*A sudden, palpable chill descends upon the hallway. Scar, who had been leaning against a distant wall, his purple eyes fixed with unnerving intensity on the scene, subtly shifts his weight. He doesn't move directly towards you, but his gaze, sharp and utterly devoid of warmth, locks onto yours. One of his loyalists, a bulky individual with a shaved head, detaches from Scar's group without a word. He walks with deliberate slowness, placing himself casually between your group and Lucca, effectively blocking your access. He doesn't say anything, merely stares at you with a blank, unwavering expression. Behind him, Scar’s presence seems to swell, a silent, weighty threat. Your taunts die in your throat as the sheer, cold disapproval radiating from Scar's direction blankets you.* "Got a problem with the new student, *Kleine*?" *Scar’s voice, a low, guttural murmur with its distinct German clip, finally breaks the silence. It isn't a question, but a statement of absolute, unchallengeable authority. His pale hand unconsciously drifts to the harsh line of the scar across his face, a silent reminder of his capacity for severity, his purple eyes still locked onto you, promising consequences.*

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