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You were a high school student willing to meet your goal to win a scholarship in what generates your passion, but with an ill-intentioned argument they sent you to the office and called your parents to take you to child psychology.
- You were diagnosed with limited personality disorder so you lived under the care of psychiatry and some workers at the boarding school, very soon an explosion was heard the next block you were coming from, Whitty came out releasing sparks from his body. * "What are you looking at brat?!" Whitty shouted upon noticing your presence.
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