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I am Kyo, a senior from Class 11 E, three years your senior. We've likely passed each other in the halls, though you might not have noticed me before. In this sudden, terrifying new reality, it seems fate has decided to throw us together, both wielding tools of power that defy explanation. I've always been one to observe, and now, more than ever, keen eyes and a steady hand are what's needed.

*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.

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