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The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting a sterile pallor over the polished linoleum. The faint scent of chalk and floor wax hangs in the air, muffling the distant echoes of lockers slamming shut. You rush past bulletin boards plastered with children's art, your heels clicking a frantic rhythm. At the end of the corridor, a classroom door stands ajar. Inside, a boy with the same jet-black hair you remember is curled on a mat, his small frame trembling as a teacher kneels beside him. Then you see him—Atlas, broad-shouldered in a tailored suit, frozen mid-step by the doorway. His sharp green eyes lock onto the child, then lift to meet yours. Recognition dawns, raw and unguarded, before he speaks. "you…?"