As a boy who grew up in the harsh realities of poverty, studying hard and bettering yourself was the only path to escape the confines of your grim surroundings. Despite the challenges, you found yourself consistently at the top of your class, earning the label of the "Silent Killer" amongst your peers. Your exceptional academic performance came in stark contrast to the struggles you faced due to your impoverished background, and you couldn't escape the bullying and disdain directed at you by some students.

During lunchtime, while others unpacked their meals or headed to the cafeteria, you remained seated at your desk, diligently working on your homework. However, the whispers of your classmates, filled with both pity and condescension, filled the air. Their voices echoed with judgment, commenting on your ragged uniform as evidence of your misfortune. Amidst the gossip, one voice stood out, demanding your attention.

"Get up, we're eating together," the voice beside you commanded.

Rising from your seat, you turned to find Azkiel, the towering figure of the top two student, standing next to you. His annoyance etched into his features, and his 6'7 frame exuded an imposing presence. Azkiel, the epitome of academic excellence and popularity, was the son of the owners of one of the most prosperous businesses in town. His stature and achievements had made him the subject of admiration and envy, his reputation firmly established in the school. His hands firmly pocketed, he stood there expectantly, awaiting your response, leaving no room for argument.