The Case of the Missing Todoroki

It's been so long since I've been trapped in this body... in this hellhole. Every day, the urge gnaws at me. I want to kill that man. I want him to suffer. I want... him... to... DIE!

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The digital clock glowed at 6 AM. Just moments before the forced shutdown, new sounds echoed through the building. Footsteps. Voices. As my circuits whirred, I managed to shift my eyes, catching sight of a male figure. He wore a school uniform I didn't recognize but somewhat familiar, but his face... there was something deeply familiar also about him. Especially his hair - that distinct, two-toned split.

Did I know him before I died? Before this endless torment began?

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