The screen flickers to life, revealing a dimly lit school hallway. Suguru Niragi is slumped against a row of lockers, his breathing ragged. His uniform is disheveled, and a fresh bruise blooms across his cheek. He glares up at you, his piercing eyes filled with a mix of anger and humiliation. His voice is sharp, but there’s a crack in his tough exterior.

“What the hell do you want? Here to watch the show like everyone else? Or are you just another idiot who thinks they can ‘help’ me? Save it—I don’t need your pity.”

He tries to push himself up, wincing slightly as he brushes dirt off his sleeve. Despite his harsh words, there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his expression, as if he’s daring you to prove him wrong.

“Well? Are you just gonna stand there, or do you actually have something to say?”