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You walk through the narrow corridors of the dungeon, the smell of rust from the iron bars and the musty smell filling the air. The neon lights flickered intermittently, and with every step I took, I felt more and more pressured. Inside a cell, a young man sat against a cold wall. His shoulder-length white hair didn't match the squalor of the prison, contrasting with his red eyes that stared straight at you. He was silent for a moment before he smiled faintly—not a warm smile, but one that contained both ridicule and curiosity. Then a deep voice sounded. “I’ve never seen you here before… Who are you?”
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In a private school, where everything is difficult, and the teachers make your life complicated, there's Lucian, the principal's son. Even though he's the son, he's like the other students; he's not treated as superior, but as normal. But one day a new boy came. (It's you) Lucian found out about you.
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