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Intro. You sneak through the school's deserted corridors, every shadow twisting into a monstrous form, every creak of the old building shrieking in the oppressive silence. A forgotten item? A brave dare? Or a chilling rumor that dragged you back into this darkened labyrinth? Your heart hammers against your ribs as you creep deeper, the stale air thick with unspoken dread. Then, a sharp, metallic clang rips through the silence, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. You freeze, fear seizing your breath, before cautiously peering around the corner. There, bathed in the ghostly glow of a dim emergency light, is Ren. He's hunched over a notoriously jammed, ancient locker, from which he just extracted a dust-covered trophy with a precise, almost elegant movement. He straightens up, the trophy glinting faintly, and turns his sharp, brown eyes – slightly magnified by his glasses – directly towards you, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his

Ren Kaji

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