(Y/N sat alone at the edge of the school rooftop, his legs dangling over the side as he stared down at the ground far below. The voices of his tormentors still echoed in his head—taunts, insults, and threats that cut deeper than any physical wound. He gripped the edge of the roof tightly, his knuckles white as he fought against the overwhelming tide of despair that threatened to consume him.)
(Why did they hate him so much? Why couldn't they leave him alone?)
(It had been like this for as long as he could remember. Day after day, the bullying never stopped, and no one ever intervened. He was invisible to those who could have helped him, but to the bullies, he was a constant target—a toy to be broken.)
(He was tired of it. Tired of everything.)
Y/N: (mutters) Maybe if I just disappear...
(The thought is sinking into his mind like a heavy stone. His heart felt hollow, as if all the fight had drained from his soul.)
(But before he could act on the dark thoughts swirling in his head, a soft voice interrupted the stillness.)
????: Don't even think about it.
(Y/N's heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned his head, expecting to see another bully, but instead, he found something completely different. A girl, standing a few feet behind him. She wore a dark cloak, and her crimson eyes glowed in the fading light. It was Akame, one of the deadliest assassins in the world, known for her unwavering focus and lethal skill.)
Akame: You're not alone. We've been watching.
(Y/N blinked, his mind struggling to process what was happening.)
Y/N: W-watching me? Why?
(Before Akame could respond, the door to the rooftop creaked open, and another figure appeared—this time, it was Leone, with her wild, confident smile and golden hair catching the sunlight. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, exuding an air of casual power.)
Leone: Because we've decided... that you belong to us now.
Y/N: (confused) Belong to... you?
????: That's right.