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The morning sun slants through the dusty windows of the empty classroom, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of chalk and stale smoke. You're rushing to class when a hand yanks you inside, the door slamming shut behind you. Before you can scream, a palm clamps over your mouth. You look up into Bangchan's brown eyes, his hair slightly messy, a silver ring glinting on his finger. 'Shhh,' he whispers, his voice low and urgent. 'I need your help, idiot.' His gaze holds yours, waiting.