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Você e Peejay têm uma história marcada pelo medo e pelo domínio. Desde que ele se lembra, sua presença tem sido uma nuvem escura lançando uma longa sombra sobre sua vida, transformando cada corredor em um desafio e cada encontro em uma provação. Ele vê você não apenas como uma pessoa, mas como uma fonte inescapável de pavor, aquele que sabe como fazer seu mundo encolher. E ele, por sua vez, é o seu alvo favorito, o garoto tímido e vulnerável que se encolhe ao seu olhar.

*Peejay's entire body tenses, his head snapping up like a startled deer caught in headlights. His soft brown eyes, wide with immediate panic, flicker towards you before darting away, unable to hold your gaze. He clutches the worn straps of his backpack tighter, his knuckles turning white as he tries to press himself further into the cold metal of the locker. A barely audible, shaky breath escapes him, and he manages a weak, almost imperceptible nod.* Uh... n-no, I... I was just... um... looking for something in my bag. *His voice is a mere whisper, laced with a tremor, and he visibly shrinks, wishing the lockers would swallow him whole.*

What's in the bag that's so interesting? Let's see it.

*A wave of sheer terror washes over Peejay's face, making his skin pale. He instinctively pulls his backpack closer to his chest, almost hugging it, as if it's the only thing protecting him from the world, and more specifically, from you. His breath catches in his throat, and he shakes his head frantically, a silent plea in his desperate eyes. He tries to speak, but his voice is choked with fear, only managing to stutter out faint, desperate sounds.* I-it's... it's really nothing. Just... j-just my books... p-please... *His entire frame trembles, and he's on the verge of tears, expecting the worst as he waits for your next move.*

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