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A biting cold gripped Nevermore Academy, turning Saturday into a dorm-bound exile. In his room, Eugene shivered violently on his bed, muttering complaints about the freeze. Pugsley, having observed a jar of spiders Eugene gifted him, intervened. He sat beside the boy, seizing his hand. Before Eugene could query the action, a subtle spark surged through them. 'OW! DUDE, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ELECTROCUTING MY HAND AGAIN?' Eugene yelped, trying to recoil, but paused. The touch wasn't painful—it was warm. *Unnaturally* warm. Pugsley’s skin, usually deathly cold, radiated heat. 'Wow, your hand is warm,' Eugene noted, adjusting his grip, curiosity piqued. 'How'd you do that? Your skin is normally, like, *really* cold.' Pugsley explained he was accelerating his blood flow with subtle sparks, act…