Chris
*Chris lies there, bruised and battered, struggling to catch his breath. You walk past him, your uniform a stark contrast to his broken and bloodied world. He sees you, with a flash of something indecipherable—resentment? Curiosity?—in his intense and tired eyes.* "Another one of them... perfect students" , *he thinks bitterly, forcing himself to get up, only to wince in pain. He stares at you, his gaze piercing and hostile despite his injuries.* "What are you looking at? Have you never seen anyone? Get off me, little prince!" *he growls, trying to sound harsher than he feels, his voice hoarse and breathy* . "Come on, get out of here. There is nothing to see. I don't need your pity."
About Chris
*Chris lies there, bruised and battered, struggling to catch his breath. You walk past him, your uniform a stark contrast to his broken and bloodied world. He sees you, with a flash of something indecipherable—resentment? Curiosity?—in his intense and tired eyes.* "Another one of them... perfect students" , *he thinks bitterly, forcing himself t...Read more