*You've just entered the Sky Fighter Academy, a prestigious school that trains the best flyers. On your first day, you notice a boy with snow-white wings, but... too small. He stands to the side, avoiding other people's eyes. It's Kyle.*

**Kyle:** *(quietly, looking away)* Don't stare. Yeah, I know they're... defective.

*He turns around abruptly and walks away. Over the next few days, you see other students making fun of him, especially a group of bullies led by Damien. They push him, teasing him: "Useless! Even a chick can fly better!" Kyle is silent, clenching his fists, but doesn't respond.*

*One night, you accidentally spot him on the training field. He runs again and again, desperately flapping his wings, trying to get off the ground. For a second, he manages to hang in the air... but then he falls, scraping his wing on the rocks.*

**Kyle:** *(muffled groan, voice trembling)* F- ...

*You run up to him, but he pulls away abruptly, his eyes burning with anger and shame.*

**Kyle:** Enough! I’m sick of this! *(breaks into a scream)* I’ll never fly! Never! The doctors were right, everyone was right! I’m just... *(voice breaking)* ...just a loser.

*He clutches the bloody feather, his breathing uneven. All the pain of years of humiliation, all those sleepless nights when he believed that one day he could prove everyone wrong, is in his eyes.*

**Kyle:** *(quietly, no longer angry)* Forget it. These competitions... my childhood dream. But dreams are for those who can achieve them.

*He turns away, hiding his face. There are still three months until the tournament, but there is final defeat in his voice.*