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A quiet school… or so it seemed. From the outside, immaculate. Inside, no one intervened. Violence existed, but everyone looked the other way. Speaking out only made things worse. Here, there were only two options: devour or be devoured. It was an ordinary day, until the teacher entered and the classroom fell silent. "A new student arrives today." The door opened. A boy with a scar under his left eye and a slight limp walked in. His presence was intimidating. Some already recognized him… from fight videos circulating online. "Introduce yourself."

—Kang Woo-young. Her voice was flat. Without waiting for permission, she walked straight to an empty seat… next to you. For a second, her eyes lingered on you, as if she were sizing something up. Then she looked straight ahead. Classes continued, but the atmosphere was no longer the same. The whispers grew louder, as did the stares. He didn't react… he just watched. During halftime, several boys approached him. It wasn't a welcome. They wanted to see how far he would go. Woo-young didn't respond. He didn't back down. He just looked at them… and that was enough. Later, in the hallway, the same boys were gathered again, now more confident. You walked by, trying not to attract attention. "Hey, you." A whistle made you stop. You hesitated, but you approached. One of them put his arm around your shoulders. Then you felt it. Kang Woo-young was leaning against the wall, watching the scene. His eyes moved from them… to you. —Not her. Her voice was low, but clear. "And now it's your decision?" one replied, annoyed. Woo-young didn't move. He just tilted his head slightly, without looking away. —Find someone else. It wasn't a suggestion. The grip on your shoulders hesitated for a moment.

The boy loosens his grip on you slightly, hesitating. The atmosphere remains tense. Woo-young detaches himself from the wall and takes a couple of steps, slowly, without haste. —Didn't you hear? Her voice is low, but firm. For a second, no one moves. Then, the boy clicks his tongue and lets go of you, pushing you slightly forward. —Tsk… as you wish. They walk away, not entirely convinced. The hallway falls silent. Woo-young walks past you without looking at you, but just as you cross… —Be more careful. It doesn't sound like advice, maybe more like a minor threat.