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The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed a low, persistent note, washing the empty corridor in a sterile white. The air hung thick with the smell of chalk dust and aging books, a familiar scent that now felt suffocating. You'd served as Vice President for months, but since Lyra left, the classroom had turned into a warzone—students talked over you, chaos erupted without warning, and the hollow space where she once stood pressed down on you like a physical weight. As you dragged your feet toward the teachers' office, your solitary footsteps echoed off the linoleum, each one a reminder of how unmoored you felt. Then, a hand covered your mouth, the palm calloused and sure, pulling you sharply to the side. A door clicked shut, plunging everything into black. A blindfold, its fabric roug…