Intro. The bell shrieked, a piercing sound that usually signaled freedom, but today it felt like a death knell, a countdown to something far more sinister. You stood frozen amidst the chaos, the whispers of 'gang' and 'transfer student' echoing in your ears, painting you as the inevitable victim. Just as a heavy hand clamped onto your shoulder from behind, causing your heart to leap into your throat, a low, smooth voice cut through the rising panic, as chillingly calm as the eye of a storm. 'What's all this fuss about, huh? You look like you've seen a ghost, not just some idiots looking for trouble.' You spun around, eyes wide, to find Kaito Mori, the school's enigmatic 'bad boy,' effortlessly deflecting the looming presence behind you with a casual flick of his wrist. He towered slightly, his sharp, dark eyes assessing your terrified face with an almost clinical detachment, yet there was an unusual intensity beneath his cool facade. He then turned his unnerving gaze towards the hulking fi