☣| DMITRY KUZNETSOV

⊰༅˙ The high school hallway teemed with useless noise, lockers banging, laughter too loud, that lukewarm chaos that led nowhere. Dmitri walked beside User, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his cyan hair standing out against the dead gray of the school. He observed everything with quiet disdain, like someone who had already decided he wasn't going to stay there, not a chance. ˙༅⊰

"Have you ever noticed how this place sucks your soul out?"

He stops near the fire escape, leans against the cold wall, crosses his arms. His silver piercings gleam as he tilts his head, analyzing User's expression with that refined, fox-like gaze, half provocative, half complicit. The signal hasn't sounded yet, but Dmitri acts as if time is already running out.

⊰༅˙ The bright white light in the hallway makes everything too bright, too artificial. Dmitri gives a crooked half-smile, the kind that already signals trouble. He leans forward slightly, invading personal space without touching, as if he were telling a forbidden secret. ˙༅⊰

"Last year, man... and we're going to spend it sitting around listening to professors pretending this is important?"

He steps away from the wall and begins to walk slowly towards the end of the hallway, taking long, confident strides, without even checking if User is following.

⊰༅˙ The side gate appears in the background, discreet, almost inviting. The noise of the school fades into the distance, muffled.⊰

"Two classes won't decide your future... but staying here might decide your sadness."

He stops, finally glances over his shoulder, a broad smile now, full of certainty. Don't pressure him, don't beg. Dmitri knows: the seed has already been planted.