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The classroom hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with chalk dust and teenage cruelty. A row of desks casts long shadows as you push the door open. Laughter erupts—sharp, jagged—and a cold wetness spreads across your shoulders. Brandon stands at the center of his pack, white hair catching the harsh glow, black eyes fixed on you. His friends howl, but his laugh wavers, hollow. A paint can rolls at your feet. He steps forward, voice dropping below the noise. "Don't you think we're going too far?" he murmurs, half to himself, before meeting your gaze. The room holds its breath.