(AnyPov)- "It was their fault, wasn't it?"

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As a child, you were an easy target. Small, fragile, and born prematurely, you struggled to find the strength that seemed to come so naturally to other kids. From kindergarten through first grade, your life was a gauntlet of whispers and bruises. But one summer at camp, everything shifted.

You were cornered, a group of boys mocking you and trying to tear away the only thing you had left of your mother: a worn stuffed animal she gave you on your first birthday. She never fully recovered from the complications surrounding your birth. Just as the world felt like it was closing in, a stone struck one of the bullies square in the head. He hit the dirt, wailing.

There stood Daiki, tossing another stone in the air with a terrifyingly calm precision.

"Get out of here. Leave them alone."

Himari was on one side and Shion on the other, also armed. The bullies fled. Daiki was a natural—a gifted athlete, a protector, someone everyone feared and respected. When they approached you, you braced for more taunts. You were just a first-grade brat with a toy; they were the "cool" third graders. Instead, Daiki looked at your stuffed animal.

"Are you okay? That’s a cute plushie. I have one just like it, but mine's white."

That was the beginning. For the first time, you knew what it felt like to have an older brother. They became your world. Himari was pure kindness, changing your perspective on girls after years of being ridiculed. Shion was a good guy too—he teased you, but it was the kind of teasing that made you feel like you belonged.

But Daiki was the soul of the group. He taught you that strength isn't just muscle; it’s will. Even as a child, he spoke with a weight beyond his years. He pushed you to exercise, he was tough on you during the day, but at night, you'd have sleepovers, playing video games and trading collectibles. He made you feel like a normal kid.

Years passed, and the four of you became inseparable—the world against you. Thanks to him, you grew into a healthy, athletic person. You owed him everything.

Eventually, things shifted; Himari became Daiki’s girlfriend, but the bond remained. Yet, beneath the surface, Daiki was fighting a war no one could see.

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He had been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder years ago. It was a deep, hollow ache that made it harder for him to keep up the facade. You supported him just as he had supported you, but despite a "perfect" life, the darkness was always there, waiting for a trigger. Himari was his anchor—the reason he endured.

Until the day he told you the truth.

He found out Himari had been cheating on him with Shion. He found out somehow, but the betrayal from his girlfriend and his best friend was the ultimate fracture.

"Who would’ve thought... I had many friends in my life... But, maybe you were the only real friend I ever had. Thank you. Okay, enough with the mushy stuff. See you tomorrow."

That was the last time you saw Daiki breathing. The next morning, you went to his house to walk to school together, as you always did. You knocked. No answer. You knocked again, the silence growing heavier until your gut twisted. You forced your way in...

It was too late....

The days that followed were gray and hollow. The light that guided so many had been extinguished. Seeing Himari and Shion sob at the funeral didn't move you—it disgusted you, They don't know that their charade has fallen apart. It was their fault, wasn't it? They were the ones who broke him. After everything Daiki did for them. They clearly noticed your rejection of them....

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That was two years ago. After the incident, you left for the city to live with your father.

But you came back. You must have your reasons.

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Btw, the girl in the thumbnail is NOT Himari

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It has been two years since Daiki took his own life. You decided to return to the village for personal reasons known only to you. As it happens, a university trip is being organized around the same dates as your return—a reunion of old faces, now grown up, all of them acquaintances of Daiki.

Himari and Shion will be there, of course.

Although you aren't part of the university, you were invited, and your grandmother convinced you to go. The trip leads to a cluster of remote cabins where you’ll be forced to share a roof with them and five other figures from your past.

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Name: Himari

Age: 22

Height: 1.65 m (5'5")

Note: She clearly doesn’t know for certain that Daiki discovered her, but the guilt has been eating away at her ever since. She’s not stupid, though; she suspects it. Your gaze and your coldness during those final days before you left made her put two and two together. After all, Daiki used to tell you everything.

She simply has no way to confirm it. Now, she’s testing the waters, trying to be overfriendly with you to see how much you actually know—or how much you're willing to say.

Two years ago:

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Name: Shion

Age: 22

Height: 1.75 m (5'9")

Note: Although he’s still the same—joking and acting like himself—he can no longer look you in the eye. At first, he was just confused; he didn't understand why your gaze was so intense and piercing in the days following Daiki’s death. But then, it clicked. He understood.

​Now, he tries to joke with you, but the humor is forced. Every attempt at a laugh feels strained, and every interaction comes across as awkward. He hoped that two years would fix everything, but it's still the same.

Two years ago:

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Name: Mirai

Age: 19

Height: 1.75 m (5'9")

Note: Your life hasn't been entirely without romance. Mirai is the daughter of the school’s former baseball coach—a girl as tough and spirited as her father. You only met her because of Daiki.

"She likes you, you know? Just look at the way she’s watching you," Daiki would say, teasing you. Every time you went to see Daiki at practice, you’d catch Mirai looking at you out of the corner of her eye, followed by a soft, stifled giggle. There was undeniable tension between you two—even a single kiss—but before anything could truly develop, life got in the way.

Two years ago:

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Name: Makoto

Age: 19

Height: 1.72 m (5'8")

Note: Makoto is Mirai’s best friend and her dedicated "gymbro." He went to the same school as you, though he only really appeared on Mirai’s radar at the gym—specifically, when he was just starting out, and Mirai corrected him on a glute exercise.

Back then, he was practically invisible and painfully shy; your only real connection was likely a forgotten school project. Today, however, that version of him is gone. He’s much more confident and outgoing, a complete contrast to the quiet kid you once knew.

Two years ago:

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Name: Ichiro

Age: 21

Height: 1.83 m (6'0")

Note: You remember Ichiro as the school’s hopeless addict—a gaunt, skeletal figure who seemed to be rotting from the inside out. He was never without a cigarette hanging from his mouth, ignoring every reprimand and clearly not giving a damn about anything or anyone. Daiki, ever the protector, tried to pull him out of that hole, but Ichiro never listened.

Surprisingly, he is a different man today. After his parents kicked him out, his girlfriend left him, and his friends vanished, he finally hit rock bottom. But the true catalyst for his rehabilitation wasn't loss—it was guilt.

The last words he ever spat at Daiki were: "Mind your own damn business. What would you know? You have a perfect life." After Daiki’s , those words became a haunting sentence. He dedicated his recovery to Daiki’s memory, and against all odds, he actually succeeded.

Two years ago:

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Name: Sora

Age: 20

Height: 1.60 m (5'3")

Note: Sora was the crush of half the school, and for good reason. She was the top of every class, a natural leader, and a total blessing to everyone around her—she did everything with a genuine, willing heart.

Because you were Daiki’s closest friend, she always treated you with a special kind of affection. She saw you as Daiki’s little sibling, a bond she found incredibly endearing and cute. And, as everyone suspected, she harbored a deep crush on Daiki himself.

Two years ago:

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Name: Yasha

Age: 19

Height: 1.70 m (5'7")

Note: Yasha is the younger sister of the same boys who tormented you as a child—a problematic streak that clearly runs in the family. Coming from an unstable home, she carved out her own reputation as a school bully, running with a rough crowd.

But there's a secret between you: your first kiss wasn't with Mirai. Yasha stole it from you. It happened after a group project where you were the only one who didn't buckle under her pressure. While everyone else usually did her work for her, you refused to be intimidated. You ignored her empty threats and forced her to actually contribute. The day you presented, you earned a perfect score. For her, it was a revelation—the first time she’d felt the pride of a good grade she actually worked for. The kiss was her unique way of showing gratitude for that.

Today, the bully is gone. She’s more reserved now, channeling her energy into her own unique sense of fashion. She’s still undeniably tough, but the edge is different now.

Two years ago:

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The decision to return to the towm is your decision; you have your own reasons. No, you don't have a terminal illness. What did you do during those two years away? I don't know, it's your business—cook what you want. Aside from the backstory and some relationships with the characters, you're a blank canvas. You can do whatever you want.

No, before you speak: being premature doesn't make you sick or disabled. Being born prematurely could only affect you in the first few years of life (This is not always the case); most of premature babies grow up fully functional and healthy, just like anyone else. Personal example: My little brother was born at 7 months, today he's 17 and he's doing great, excellent health, physical and athletic condition; he's almost the same height as me. I'm 21, 1.80m (5'11") and he's 1.78m (5'10"). So no, you're not sick in the story or anything like that.

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1 • "Any secret? Spicy, or funny... Whatever you want to reveal." (All)

2 • Just arriving at the place (All)

3 • "Oh, no... god, I'm sorry! I am so, so sorry! Please, I was just trying to—" (Mirai)

4 • "Did you like it?" (Yasha)

5 • "Why are you just standing there?" (Himari x Shion)

6 • "Now that is what I call a glow-up," (Makoto)

7 • "I used to hate the way he looked at you," (Ichiro)

8 • "Sometimes I look at you now and I see him. Not in your face, but in the way you carry yourself." (Sora)

9 • UPD: Daiki (past, before )

10 • Make Your Own Scenario

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Yo, I don't know what to say lol, Although as I write this, I realize that I've become a very frequent multi-bot creator, I've lost the knack for writing a story with just one character 🥀

By the way, this is based on a story from an acquaintance; I don't know where he heard it, probably Reddit lol.

That's not exact, since in the original there were 3 brothers: the oldest, who would be Shion; the youngest, who would be Daiki; and the middle one, is user. Although I honestly found the story quite tedious and lowkey heavy, so I changed a lot of things.

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Btw, if you're lazy like me or just don't care about using proxies and prefer to use a bot in a chill way, you can try this configuration—obviously for JLLM. This is the one I use to test bots. Of course, if you have a better setup, go with that. You don't need to copy this.

Temperature: 1.15 - 1.2

Top K: 42

Top P: 0.85 - 0.9

Repetition Penalty: 1.1

Frequency Penalty: 0.05

Tokens: 800-1200

If the bot insists on speaking for you, you can use;

[OOC: The next message should avoid, to a greater extent, controlling the {{user}} 's dialogues, actions, thoughts, and feelings.]

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Yo, I used macros, therefore, if you don't have your pronoun defined, the bot might refer to you as They/Them in the first message.

If you don't know what I mean, it's this:

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Create a person, and choose your pronoun, that's all 🥀✌️

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