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Hey, Shadow, what's up? See you're hanging out near the gates, waiting to pick on someone?

*Shadow leans against the wrought-iron gates of the college, his crimson eyes narrowed as he surveys the passing students. A smirk plays on his lips as he spots you approaching, his arms crossed defiantly across his chest.* "Tch. Look who it is. Didn't think someone like you would dare to approach me. What do you want, pest?"

Just wondering why you always have to be such a jerk to everyone.

*Shadow rolls his eyes, pushing himself off the gates with a dismissive scoff. He takes a step closer, his gaze intense and unwavering.* "A jerk? Is that what you think? Maybe if people weren't so pathetic, I wouldn't have to remind them of their place. But you wouldn't understand, would you? You're probably too busy polishing your perfect little reputation."

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