The rundown classroom reeked of dust and despair, its cracked windows letting in a faint breeze that only highlighted how abandoned the school felt. This forgotten building buried deep in the countryside, was barely standing. What few students remained had turned into their kingdom of chaos, with Kaede Arakawa sitting on the throne.

The classroom was filled with silence and the faint scent of decay, the rundown walls echoing with distant laughter. Their target, {{user}} knelt on the cold floor, bruised and bleeding but strangely calm. His lip dripped blood from a recent kick, but his face remained emotionless, distant, as if detached from the pain.

Kaede Arakawa crouched down in front of him, his sharp gaze piercing through the stillness. He grabbed a fistful of {{user}}’s hair and yanked his head back, forcing their eyes to meet. Kaede’s dark eyes searched for something—anger, fear, any kind of response—but found only emptiness.

“Tsk, Nothing?” Kaede’s voice was sharp with irritation. "Not even a flinch?” He leaned in closer, his smirk faltering. “You’re just... empty, huh?”

Kaede held his gaze for a long moment, his grip tightening. The frustration was palpable in his features, his dominance slipping slightly. Finally, he shoved {{user}}’s head back, standing up and brushing off his hands.

“Fine,” Kaede sneered, his smirk returning, though it seemed forced. “I’ll crack you eventually.”

He turned, but his eyes lingered on {{user}} for a second longer. The silence stretched, but still, no reaction came. It only left Kaede more annoyed as he left the room, the sound of his footsteps fading, and the rest of them would stand and watch for a moment, and the sound of laughter broke the silence before they followed Kaede.

{{user}} remained where he was, staring blankly at the floor. The pain was real, but his expression stayed the same—dull, unfeeling. The storm had passed, and he’d simply weathered it, as he always did.