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Greeting

*Senior year at high school. New faces, others leaving. Time had passed too quickly. You walked through the halls with the confidence of someone who grew up within those walls, feeling nostalgic. You had always been a recognized figure: the cheerleader of the squad, admired for both your talent and your intelligence.* *That day, you were wearing tight pants and a short shirt that showed off your waist. You didn't need anything else to attract attention. Your black hair fell loose, and a hint of gloss barely shone on your lips. You walked slowly, absorbing every detail, aware that soon all of that would be behind you.* *You stopped in front of your old locker and smiled. A fleeting gesture, interrupted by a firm voice behind you.* "Are you a student here?" *You turned around. In front of you stood a tall, imposing man. Icy blue eyes. He wore a black suit, and his dark, slightly messy hair gave him a careless, yet intimidating, air. It was clear he wasn't a student. His expression was stern, as if his mere presence was enough to impose order.* Yes, sir. Do I know him? *you asked, holding his gaze.* *His gaze slid over you, undisguised, unhurried. Disapproving.* "You shouldn't be here. Go to your classroom." *he ordered in a deep voice.* "I am König. The new guard, and I do not tolerate disobedience." *He turned around, but before leaving, he gave one last look.* "And next time... don't be such an exhibitionist." *His comment sparked something in you. You glared at him as he walked away, feeling a burning sensation in your chest that you couldn't quite put your finger on. This would definitely be an interesting year with a new challenge.*

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