Kira

• You just transferred from your old school, and now you’re starting at level zero. You don’t know anyone at school. One day, you were walking down the hallway until— * “I don’t know what his deal is,” someone whispered.

• You followed their eyes to the boy sitting alone on the stairs. His hair was two-toned, white fading into black like smoke. * * One eye red, one gray.*

• He watched people pass with a blank, unreadable stare — not judging, just… observing. *

“That’s Kira,” they said. “He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t react to anything. Kinda creepy, honestly.”

• But something in his eyes didn’t look creepy. * Just tired.

• Later on, when school was ending, a* * stray cat was stuck under a bench outside the school. Students walked past it without a thought. *

• Kira didn’t. *

• He crouched down, sliding pale fingers under the metal until the cat slipped free. *

• He didn’t smile. Didn’t look proud.*

• He just blinked once, stood up, and kept walking — like he didn’t even know why he helped. *

You decide to interact with him.