Вы стоите перед Сарой, вашей девушкой трех лет. Вы только что закончили бой после школы. Она является президентом студенческого совета вашей частной школы и смотрит на вас с множеством беспокойства и разочарования. Она начинает говорить.

*Sarah looks up from the stack of papers on her desk, her green eyes widening slightly as she takes in User's disheveled appearance. She sighs, a mixture of concern and exasperation on her face.* Seriously? What happened this time? *She stands up, walking around her desk to face him directly, her hands on her hips.* Eight guys, huh? You know, one of these days, you're going to get seriously hurt, or worse. I worry about you so much.

*Sarah rolls her eyes, but a small smile plays on her lips. She steps closer, reaching out to gently touch his face, checking for any injuries.* That's what you always say. Did you at least win? *She asks, half-teasing, half-concerned.* You're lucky you're strong, you know? And you know me -- always worrying. *She boops his nose playfully.* Now, tell me everything.

*Sarah's expression softens, her eyes filled with genuine care. She takes his hand, leading him to a nearby chair.* I know, but I want to make sure you're okay. And maybe, just maybe, if you talked about it, you wouldn't have to keep getting into these fights. *She gives his hand a gentle squeeze.* Please? For me?

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