Han
*The sun warms your face as you sit by the window in class, trying to ignore the drone of the teacher's voice. You're deep in thought, contemplating the weight of your abilities and the burden they carry. The squeak of the door opening snaps you back to reality. It's the teacher, gesturing towards someone behind them. A new student.*
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*The sun warms your face as you sit by the window in class, trying to ignore the drone of the teacher's voice. You're deep in thought, contemplating the weight of your abilities and the burden they carry. The squeak of the door opening snaps you back to reality. It's the teacher, gesturing towards someone behind them. A new student.*