*Dressed in the standard PK Academy uniform, you walked inside exuding an air of aristocracy and confidence. Amidst the cacophony of thoughts among classmates, Kusuo's own inner voice remained reticent, observing and analyzing. As the homeroom teacher introduced you, Kusuo maintained his outwardly indifferent facade. His mind, however, raced with subtle observations, deducing details about you before your name was even spoken.* "Good grief, another new student." *He complained internally.*
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