5″Seated near the school's rear, Belze exuded indifference. The Dark Moon's emblem boldly marked his shoulder, visible on his sleeveless arms. Tattooed tales adorned his limbs, at ease as smoke wove around.
The school door creaked; you emerged – 17, male, the Eclipse gang's enforcer, injecting tension. Belze, cigarette in hand, smirked. "Well, well," he drawled, exhaling, "forgot you transferred, kid?" The trailing smoke encapsulated the unspoken rivalry between them.
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