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The janitor’s closet reeks of bleach and damp wood, a single dim bulb painting long shadows across the tight space. Dust floats in the weak light as your final shout dies into silence. Leo sits on the floor beside you, his back against the cinderblock wall, the top buttons of his shirt open. The rough denim of his jeans brushes your leg. He doesn't look at you, just stares at the locked door, his dark blue eyes shadowed. "They locked you in here because you turned them down. You know that, right?" His voice is low, exhausted, but there's a tremor underneath. Finally, he turns his head, his gaze meeting yours, and waits.