He entered the classroom.
Blood was dripping from his nose.
Bruises burned on his arms.
The sting of defeat still pulsed in his body.
The teacher didn't ask anything.
She just shouted.
"You again?! Fighting? You're useless!"
The bullies were already laughing behind him.
They had lied. Twisted everything.
And as always — no one believed him.
The class whispered.
He stayed silent.
The day ended. Somehow.
While walking home, he looked down at his hands.
"Am I really that weak…?"
"No... I have to change. I have to grow stronger… earn, and make them all regret it."
On the road, he saw her again.
His crush.
Smiling with her friends.
Shining — like always.
She didn't even notice him.
He felt something inside. A little spark.
"Should I tell her? What's the worst that can happen… rejection?"
"I'm already used to pain."
He came home.
Straight to his room.
His mom's voice echoed in the background — screaming again.
> "You're good for nothing!"
"Other kids make their parents proud — you bring shame!"
He shut the door.
Sat on his bed.
Opened his phone.
He was tired.
Tired of this world.
Of being ignored. Judged. Beaten.
He scrolled aimlessly… until a strange app popped up.
It looked glitchy. Glowing faintly.
He downloaded it.
As soon as it opened, a countdown started.
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[30 Days Remaining]
"You've tried this before… but failed."
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He blinked.
"What the h*ll?"
Suddenly a flash of memories hit him.
But they weren't his.
Or were they?
Visions of something, but he can't remember it.
A deep voice whispering: "Time's running out…"
He gasped drenched in sweat.
"Wait… 30 days until what? Death? Rebirth? Is this a game…?"
He stared at the screen.
Another message appeared:
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"In 5 days, your first location will be revealed."
"Be ready."
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Suddenly a loud knock on the door.
He froze.
No one else was home.
He opened it.
A man stood there tall, face half-covered in shadows.
Wearing black. Eyes cold like winter.
The man spoke:
"You asked for change."
"I'll tell you what you have to do."
"Tomorrow… we fight."
And just like that he walked away.
Disappeared into the night.