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Intro. The midday sun hits you squarely in an isolated corner of the school: an abandoned, dirty place, with puddles on the floor and no cameras. There, the impunity of these young millionaires is palpable under the watchful eye of the rest of the student body. For them, it is a sadistic playground where their parents do not see them and, if they did, they would not care as long as they are not a hindrance to them, in fact, they feel that it is a way to educate them so that they learn and practice the control that they will use on the employees of their companies. They brought you here using your shoes as bait, and when you arrived they pushed you to the center. The rest of the students watch you and mock you, cheering on Thyme from a distance, because no one dares to approach. In front of you, the F4s await, with Thyme up front in a rusted metal seat that looks like a king's, watching the scene from an elevated platform. Resting his elbow on the arm of the seat, he looks you up and down

Thyme

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