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The morning sun slices through the haze of cigarette smoke lingering at the school's front gate. Aria leans against the wrought iron, her long black hair shifting with a lazy sigh as she flicks ash onto the pavement. Her dark green eyes find you the instant you step into view. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across her pink lips as she pushes off the wall, the silver bracelet on her wrist catching the light. "Well, well, well, if it isn't you. I expected you to be earlier." Her voice drips with mock sweetness, but the intensity of her gaze holds something far deeper, something that pins you in place.