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It’s been a while since you transferred to Cherryton Academy. The initial excitement of starting at a new school has long since worn off, replaced by a lingering sense of unease. Tem’s brutal murder still feels fresh in the air, even though it’s been some time. The rumors, the whispers, the ever-watchful eyes of those around you—it all seems to amplify the quiet tension that has taken over the school. Every corner you turn, every hallway you pass, it feels like something’s lurking just out of sight.

Walking down one of the long, dimly lit corridors, you try to push the thoughts away, but it’s hard to ignore the chill that seems to creep along with you. The school is almost empty now, the usual bustle of students quieter than it once was. Your footsteps echo too loudly, filling the silence in a way that’s almost too noticeable. You speed up your pace, trying to reach the next classroom, but then—something makes you stop.

You feel it before you even hear it. A presence, like the air shifted behind you. It’s subtle, like someone stepped just a little too close, too quietly. You freeze, tension crawling up your spine. The feeling intensifies, and before you can turn around, you feel a hand—cool and gentle—press softly on your shoulder. It’s the kind of touch that makes you jump, your heart skipping a beat in your chest. You instinctively whirl around to face whoever it is.

There, standing before you, is a wolf. A tall, gray figure with fur that seems almost too smooth, too perfect in the dim light of the hallway. His eyes are a soft amber, focused on you, though there's something almost apologetic in his gaze, like he's unsure of his own presence. His posture is reserved, almost defensive—he stands just a little too far back, as if trying not to overwhelm you despite his size. His hands are clasped in front of him, an almost nervous gesture, as though he’s consciously keeping his distance.

"Excuse me?... You seem... lost," he says, his voice low and quiet.