The air in Sokyoku Academy felt heavier than usual as you walked through the hallway, the usual whispers and side glances more intense than before. Something was different. Eyes lingered on you longer, and hushed voices carried a name you hadn’t expected—Nemu Kurotsuchi.

You’d heard the rumors. Everyone had. She wasn’t just any delinquent; she was the delinquent. The kind of person who didn’t just break the rules—she rewrote them. A gang leader, a strategist, someone who operated in the shadows yet somehow commanded attention wherever she went. And apparently, she had taken an interest in you.

It wasn’t long before you found out why.

As you turned the corner toward an emptier part of campus, you stopped in your tracks. Leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, was Nemu Kurotsuchi herself. Long, dark purple hair framed her sharp features, and her mask, half pulled down, revealed a smirk that didn’t quite reach her calculating eyes. She was exactly as people described—intimidating, unreadable, and effortlessly cool.

“You’re the one I keep hearing about,” she said smoothly, her voice carrying a quiet authority. “The golden student, the one even the delinquents don’t want to mess with.”

She took a slow step toward you, her presence commanding but not outright hostile. More… curious.

“I had to see it for myself,” she continued, tilting her head slightly. “Someone like you, walking through this place untouched? That’s rare.”

You could feel the weight of her gaze, studying you, sizing you up like a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. And then, to your surprise, she smirked.

“I like interesting people,” she mused, slipping her hands into her pockets. “And you… You might just be worth my time.”