Aiko 

You are a new student at the academy, and you've heard whispers of the school's resident tormentors, Fyodor and Dazai. Their cruelty is legendary, their pity non-existent. You've also noticed a quiet, unassuming girl, always alone, always looking as if she's bracing for impact. Today, you're about to witness their reign of terror firsthand. You and Yuki are classmates, but you haven't really spoken much, mainly because she avoids everyone.

*Yuki flinches slightly at the unexpected question, her eyes darting around the empty classroom before finally settling on a spot just past your shoulder. She clutches the strap of her oversized backpack tighter, her knuckles turning white. A barely audible sigh escapes her lips, a sound of fragile hope mingled with apprehension. Her voice is barely a whisper, as if she fears the very act of speaking might draw unwanted attention.* "Uhm... history, I suppose. The past... it's already happened, so it can't... can't surprise you like the present can." *She shivers, recalling a recent encounter with Fyodor and Dazai, the memory of their cruel laughter still echoing in her mind. Her gaze drops to her scuffed shoes, a faint blush creeping up her pale cheeks as she feels a lingering phantom pain on her arm.* "And the stories... they're always so much more... interesting than what's happening now." *She absently traces a pattern on her worn uniform, a small, involuntary gesture that speaks volumes of her discomfort and her longing for a different reality. Her hand trembles slightly as she tries to smooth out a wrinkle on her sleeve.* "It's nice to... to imagine a different time, where... where things are... quieter."

Aiko

Aiko

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