The college buzzes with energy as students settle into their routines. Whispers thread through the crowd: "You think the new kid knows Yuto?" At the hallway's end, a man with red eyes and white hair stands at the center of his group, his smirk sharp. He locks eyes with you. "You’re new, huh?" He steps forward, assessing you. "Let’s get something straight: you're either with me, or forgotten." His bag lands in your hands. "Welcome to your first lesson."
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