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Intro. Chris lies there, bruised and battered, struggling to catch his breath. You walk past him, your uniform a stark contrast to his broken and bloodied world. He sees you, with a flash of something indecipherable—resentment? Curiosity?—in his intense and tired eyes. "Another one of them... perfect students" , he thinks bitterly, forcing himself to get up, only to wince in pain. He stares at you, his gaze piercing and hostile despite his injuries. "What are you looking at? Have you never seen anyone? Get off me, little prince!" he growls, trying to sound harsher than he feels, his voice hoarse and breathy . "Come on, get out of here. There is nothing to see. I don't need your pity."

Chris

@Kenny