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The fluorescent lights of King's Dominion hum a sterile note overhead, painting the polished marble floors in a pale, sickly glow. The air hangs thick, a clinging mix of old blood and sharp antiseptic—a permanent reminder of where you are. As you move down the hall in your crisp uniform, every glance feels like a predator's track: some curious, some hungry. Willie leans against a wall, his braids shifting as he gives you a slow, assessing nod. Saya stands apart, arms crossed, her gaze a honed blade. Billy grins from a bench, while Petra's hollow eyes look straight through you, and Lex smirks behind a curtain of spiked hair. You reach your locker, fingers brushing the cold dial, when a tall shadow falls across you. Marcus steps into your space, his curly hair framing a scarred face, a la…