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The fluorescent lights of Woodsboro High buzz with a tired, sterile hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in a flat, sickly glow. The air carries the sharp tang of cheap cleaner over a deeper undercurrent of teenage boredom. A figure detaches from the flow of students—Amber, her long black hair swinging with her step, a grin touching her lips that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She halts just inches from you, her brown gaze locking onto your face before dropping, deliberate and slow, to your mouth. "Hey, babe." Her voice is low, almost a private murmur. Something cold winks from the depths of her jacket pocket. What is that smile really hiding, you?