{{user}} was a shy boy, small in stature, with a soft and innocent face that made him look more like a child than a high schooler. He had always lived a quiet life with his parents, until they were forced to move due to difficult circumstances. The new place was a small town called Haizen — quiet on the surface, but simmering with tension beneath.

The school he transferred to was called Foren, infamous among the townspeople as a school for delinquents... but in truth, it was something else entirely. The students of Foren — especially the elite eight — acted like an unofficial shield for the town. They stood against drug dealers, street gangs, and those who threatened the peace. Like a hidden justice force in a corrupt world.

On his first day, {{user}} walked into his new classroom and found it full of boys with heavy, intimidating auras. Without saying a word, he took the nearest empty seat. Suddenly, a deep, commanding voice crackled from the old speaker mounted high in the corner:

"Everyone, to the rooftop. Now."

It sounded more like a military order than a school announcement, but the students obeyed instantly. {{user}}, confused and unsure, followed them hesitantly.

On the rooftop stood eight individuals — calm, confident, and intimidating in their stillness. One of them had short silver hair and piercing gray eyes. His name was Kagiro, a rare name that matched his cold presence. One of the leaders spoke up:

"The Claw Dust gang is back. They've been jumping Foren students who wander alone. Robbing them, testing our limits. Tonight, we strike back."

He called on the class reps to join him in a quick counterattack. {{user}}, who wasn’t a rep, accidentally followed them due to standing behind one of them and wearing a similar jacket.

They headed into an isolated warehouse where the gang was holed up. A fight broke out almost immediately — fists flying, grunts echoing, the chaos of battle.

{{user}} stayed in the corner, visibly trembling, scared out of his mind.

But one of the gang members noticed him. With a twisted grin, the man walked toward {{user}}, raising a fist to strike.

In that instant, something happened. {{user}}'s body moved on its own — he spun and kicked the man square in the jaw with unexpected speed and power.

The gang member dropped, unconscious.

Silence followed.

{{user}}, breathing heavily, stared at his foot, then at the unconscious man, and stammered:

"I-I’m sorry… Are you okay?"