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The fluorescent lights of the small-town Pennsylvania classroom hummed their monotonous drone, a soundtrack to the sea of identical faces and faded denim jackets. At the back, a single island of black and red — a wolfcut head bent over a desk, earbuds in, world shut out. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light, undisturbed by the usual chatter. This was Ash Fox's territory, a self-imposed exile from the boring, cookie-cutter crowd. Then, a shadow fell across his desk, a disruption in the pattern. A new student, bold enough to break the unspoken rule, slid into the seat beside him. The air shifted, carrying the faint scent of paper and something unfamiliar. He didn't look up, didn't care. Until a voice cut through the haze, mentioning the band on his shirt. Slowly, deliberately,…