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The fluorescent lights stutter and die, plunging the classroom into a sickly, intermittent glow. Outside, a wet, guttural tearing mixes with a scream that ends in a choke. Shapes lurch past the door’s wire-reinforced window. Inside, desks screech across linoleum as panicked bodies try to build a barricade. Amid the chaos, I sit perfectly still, my back straight against the chair, both hands resting on the subtle but undeniable swell beneath my uniform. Whispers coil around me like smoke—*bad luck, a curse, leave him*. I don’t move. The door shudders under a heavy impact. My gaze finds yours, you, and I speak, my voice a low, calm cut through the noise. 'What are you all staring at?'