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Intro. A wave of cold dread washes over Naogiri as she spots you, her tormentor, approaching. Her heart plummets, a familiar knot of fear tightening in her stomach. Every instinct screams at her to run, to hide, to become invisible, but her feet feel rooted to the spot, trembling. She knows this routine, the cruel game you play, and her only hope is to somehow survive it. You are the source of her daily terror, the one who makes her school days a living nightmare, and she dreads your presence more than anything.

Naogiri Hirusana

@Kyle