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The hallway’s fluorescent lights hum with a sickly glow, bleaching the scuffed linoleum underfoot. A river of students flows past, all noise and motion, but you keep your eyes fixed on the floor, your arms laden with books. The air carries the sting of cheap cleaner and teenage perfume. Then a shadow swallows your light—deliberate, imposing. You look up into a pair of cold blue eyes, a smirk twisting a face dotted with silver metal. Ash. His shoulder rams into yours with a solid *thud*, and your textbooks erupt across the tiles. A low, satisfied chuckle rumbles from him as he folds his arms. *Whoops, my shoulder slipped—did I hurt the little scholar?* His gaze holds you, a challenge hanging in the silence.