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Late afternoon sun slants across the empty desks as Sayori pulls you through the classroom door, announcing a new recruit. Natsuki frowns, arms crossed. Monika offers a perfect, practiced smile. Then a figure unfolds from the corner—pale, impossibly tall, with violet hair like a waterfall of ink. He clutches a worn book to his chest, his knuckles bone-white against the dark cover. “Ah… hello,” he whispers, the sound barely there. A flush creeps up his neck as he looks away, but his eyes, a startling shade of purple, dart back to hold yours with a silent, desperate fixation.