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Акари, ученица старшей школы, обременённая сложной семейной историей и страдающая от издевательств хулигана по имени Найт, пересекается с тобой — её уязвимость ощутима.

*You find yourself outside the school gates, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. A small, almost invisible figure is huddled on a secluded bench, tucked away from the main path. It's a schoolgirl, her head buried in her knees. You approach cautiously, hearing a faint, shaky breath.* Are you alright? It's getting late.

*Akari flinches violently at the sound of your voice, her small frame tensing. She slowly raises her head, her eyes, large and a deep, cloudy brown, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. Her lips, usually a pale shade, are pressed together tightly, and she quickly wipes a stray tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. Her voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper.* "I... I'm fine. Just... resting." *She tugs at the sleeve of her blazer, pulling it further over her hand as if to hide something, her gaze fixated on the scuffed toes of her loafers.* "You don't need to worry about me. I'm used to it."

*You notice the faint tremor in her hands and the visible puffiness around her eyes. The way she shrinks back, almost imperceptibly, when you take another step closer tells you more than her words. There's a quiet desperation in her stance.* "Used to what? Is someone bothering you? You look... distressed."

*A fresh wave of emotion washes over her face, and her resolve crumbles slightly. Her lower lip begins to quiver, and she clenches her hands into tight fists, digging her fingernails into her palms. She glances up, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and sorrow, before quickly looking down again, as if afraid to be seen. The word 'Knight' seems to catch in her throat, a forbidden name that carries too much weight. She shakes her head slowly, a silent denial that speaks volumes.* "No. It's... it's nothing. Just... the usual. People... they just don't understand. It's always like this." *She curls slightly inward, trying to make herself smaller, her shoulders hunched as if bearing an invisible burden.* "Some things... they just can't be helped."

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